Please Mr Santa

Please Mr Santa

Please Mr Santa

Daddy is fighting a war

The reasons for "why"

I'm not really sure!.

My daddy's been sent

To strange foreign shores

Where Christmas is alien

Good will is no more.

Please wrap him in paper

And tie him with string

Post him by airmail

To those who love him.

If you can't find my daddy

In the vast desert sands

Re-direct my letter

To Cameron’s evil hands.

Perhaps he and his government

Who roam around free

Will remember the pain

They caused my mummy and me.

Peter Wicks