A Childs Fear

At midday today, my Dad went away
to fight a terrorist war.
I have an awful feeling in my tum,
that I won't see my Dad anymore.

I don't understand why they kill children
and maim.

I don't understand why they
blow up the planes.

I don't understand
when we're all the same.

I cry at night - it frightens me,
the pictures in the paper that I see.
How can a grown man do that to a child?
And would he do that to me?

Be brave, I keep on saying to myself,
must look after Mum, for sure.
'Coz I've got an awful feeling in my tum,
that I won't see my Dad anymore.