What is guilt, when fingers inflict war on people?
Bloody conflict unseen, only depicted on screen
Where is war? it’s only another movie.
Twisted lives, ruined cities, people screaming
Let the mouse roam free.
Your fingers play at war
You see no maimed or legless heroes
You are deep in bunkers
Shielded from reality
Let your fingers dance macabre across your console
What consolation is there for the millions of dead
It’s governments, bloodless war
Buried deep in computer living
People, families, roaming on your screen.
Are they not refugees fleeing your consequences?
NO! They're simply images.
Can fingers walking on velvet green feel remorse
For people dying screaming?
Where is the compassion for death unseen
When only your fingers do the walking?
No blood on your hands!