06 April 2009

disaster report


 


 

at least i know my friends are fine

the dead were others' friends not mine


 

so much to see upon the screen

the pain is palpable and clear

i hear the words know what they mean

the suffering comes through the air

to dwell on this seems quite obscene

while i'm at work and in my chair

their lives were wiped out clear and clean

so i say words of grief and care


 

at least i know my friends are fine

the dead were others' friends not mine


 

the hurricane was on the news

so many folk thought it was fun

to treat the poor as plain refuse

face their despair with blade and gun

pretend they had the right to choose

the easy way to flee or run

announce these were the only views

and that the time for talk was done


 

at least i know my friends are fine

the dead were others' friends not mine


 

chaos is hidden by the door

turn off the radio and you're fine

the way of good is to ignore

all painful things be struthionine

they do not touch us at the core

no matter how the angry whine

nobody keeps a final score

or lets us see the bottom line


 

at least i know my friends are fine

the dead were others' friends not mine

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