You see the agony but feel no pain,
You see the tears but sorrow isn't real.
Blood flows but goes where make-up artists stain;
Imagine, yes - but never ever feel.
Ignore dead bodies if they are the foe
(Just as the politicians do in war) ,
Let's cheer the hero going with the flow,
(While, for effect, they kill a dozen more) .
All that matters is the story-line,
Reality is always put on hold;
When shooting's over eve'rybody's fine
And someone somewhere scoops a pot of gold.
It's only entertainment (and it's free
With breaks so you can have a cup of tea!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its nice to escape from reality sometimes, and as you say we get breaks to make tea lol, nice poem, 10 Lynda xx