Change the channel
Are you ever compelled to set those visions free
Torturous images
Helpless thousands
Displayed for our viewing
On a comfortably sized
Wide screen TVs
We are told
That its necessary
To bring it to our conscience
The AK47
Or petrol bombs flying
Unreal when we are viewing
Behind the safety of flat screen glass
Thousands of miles away
If scenes like that came to our door
We would be running scared
Hopefully pre-warned
When a gunman murders the innocent
Or a suicidal bomber
Detonates his dreams
All of the greenery
Of freshly laundered Uniforms
Dispersed as they scream
A crash from the air
Or a motorway pile up
Emotionless we filter it
Upset
We use the remote
Some would say
That its OK
We cannot choose
The geographical location
Or within which world nation
We are, we live, we die in
Those who live in distant lands
Or who sleep
Curled in muddy bomb cratered sands
Do not choose either
To be considered fodder
For badly aimed mortars
Thrown blindly
Murderous bastards
Pebbles tossed blindly
Ripple the earth
We are lucky
We are safe
The world keeps on turning
No broken bones
From US drones
No bullet wounds to speak of
I would not wish upon anyone
The lives I see unfold
On filtered, brilliant coloured screens
If its alright I'll turn out the lights
And choose to walk away
We are so Lucky
In mostly every way
Economics is a bullshit complaint
When somewhere else beyond our sight
A parent faints
Through grief tonight
Children mourn
As death comes calling
Young and old
Toppled
Falling
AGL
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