A comfy sofa
Wide screen TV
You may well look
But do you see ?
A dark dusty road
A mother is crying
In her arms
A baby is dying
A comfy sofa
Wide screen TV
Its time for Eastenders
Sunday at three
The houses are gone
Just rubble is left
A shoe in the road
A family bereft
A comfy sofa
Wide screen TV
What will you watch?
As you, eat your tea
Mass graves are dug
The bodies piled high
No time to grieve
As more victims die
A comfy sofa
Wide screen TV
The film was crap
And they charged a fee
Look at your neighbour
Her down the street
A warm friendly smile
Each time you meet
Imagine a time
If you could
When you murder your neighbour
In sheer cold blood
Her religion is different
Her colour the same
To let her live
Considered a shame
It could happen here
Like it happens there
Only it’s not on TV...
Its you and me
Stop the slaughter
Before it can start
Lives are to live
Not tear apart
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