Everyday I turn the telly on
The world is sick,
The world has gone bad.
Violence everywhere,
Sad beyond repair
Everyday I turn
My computer on,
Wouldn't it be grand
If a still blue sea
And nature abounded
On every screen?
And no-body's ego
Was being beamed everywhere
For consumption.
Where it leads
To the war to end all wars!
WW2 and beyond?
Endless gore
And rampant ego
Of the uncontrolled jaw-jaw,
Of Iraq and far too many more.
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