If appalled by all you see 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 Fo...