Reality TV

by | Mar 31, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

“They’re showing a war on the telly.
Let’s all have a drink while we watch.
Just look at the cold, hungry children.
Make mine an ice-cold double Scotch.

The soldiers are shooting the farmers.
I’ll bring in some biscuits and cheese.
They sleep in the snow now they’re homeless.
While you’re up switch the blanket on please.

The bombs are demolishing airfields
And people are cowering in fright.
You’d think they could find something better
To show on a Saturday night.”

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