Buddha Collapsed from Shame

Witness the bloodshed From the comfort of your front room Lives taken so carelessly For the viewers sat at home The third world as hell on earth Scripted warface scenes Compassionate voyeurs Fox News greenlit genocide They say that god is love While bearing heads on silver plates Ignore words of comfort And instead feed us hate Allow countless atrocities For video feed on Sky Broadcast across the globe We're entertained while others die Death by pen, death by sword How many die for the written word? Filmed on camera, at the scene How many die for our TV screens? Massacre in Kabul, the ratings shoot Car bomb in Mumbai, what a hoot We love to see all this destruction Makes us feel like we're in on the action More than one dead, just a statistic Numbers make it less realistic So bring it on, let the bombs fall Viewers aren't happy til' we killed them all Women and children scream in the street While buildings burst in the eastern heat After the adverts another spree killing Maybe a dead kid too, god willing