Mr Prime Minister, Why Poem by Dave Wheeler

Mr prime minister, WHY

Mr prime minister, let me just ask you why
Mr prime minister, why do we ask and you just sigh

Mr prime minister, why do our good boys die
Mr prime minister, when you lay in your bed do you cry


Mr prime minister, why do you feel its right when its wrong
Mr prime minister, don't you think its time for you to be gone

Mr prime minister, will you tell a mother her child has died
Mr prime minister, could yourself hold a gun or will you just hide

Mr prime minister, i cant express how people feel
Mr prime minister, the war maybe won but you still get them killed