Victims of war

Childeren lying on the ground,
Trying not to make a sound,
Treading carefully they look for signs,
Of fatal, deadly, land mines.

Their mothers desperately try to protect,
But in their fear they forget,
That there's no where to hide or run,
From each and every menacing gun.

Everyday more people die, And I can't help but wonder why?,
So in this poem a message I send,
Mr Blair when will this all end.