Document 41

TV refugees

Author(s): George Hynd

Copyright holder(s): George Hynd

This is called, simply, 'T.V. Refugees'.

Almost every night ye'll see them,
In yer homes on your T.V.s,
The suffering children of this world,
They're called the refugees.

Their plight does not really concern us
For they are far away,
Their pain and suffering you cannot feel
From your armchair today.

We first saw them in Biafra
In the days of black and white,
Then greetin’ millions sat and watched
That fearsome tearsome sight.

And when Puff the Magic Dragon
Came to see them in Vietnam
They were burnt alive wi' Napalm,
A gift from Uncle Sam.

They cleared mine-fields for Ayatollah
And [inaudible] gas out in Iran
But it was the will of Allah
To heed this holy man.

He got killed and maimed in Lebanon
He did not know what for
As Muslims, Jews and Christians
They fight a senseless war.

But when mankind he goes to war
And invades another kingdom
His cause is always liberty
And his war cry it is freedom.

But for the young ones who are limbless
An’ the ones that cannot see
An’ the young lives that were wasted
From what are they set free?

Will the time ever come
When all the world's at peace?
Will the carnage [?]every[/?] stop
And children's suffering cease?

Will man put down his weapons?
Will he listen to my pleas
And make sure tha’ on my T.V. set
There are no more refugees?

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