MY YOUNG SON ASKS

My young son of four was praying by his bed 
Being his father I listened hard to what he said
He asked God why people all around should die
Good luck God I thought for telling him why 

My son of four then asked why people are poor
More good luck for God I knew that for sure
Difficult questions from a young boy of four 
He wasn't finished he had several things more 

He asked God about the war and all the killing 
I still listened but I could feel my eyes filling 
Such sad things to ask God on this winter's night 
With that I left and made sure I was out of sight