starving children in my living room
crying for help
i put money in their mouths
but they won't go away
what can i do?
i don't know
the mother in me
knows you're my children too
i don't know how to love them
paralysed by pictures
in my living-room
i watch the world outside fall apart
you're too real for my reality
too sad for all my sadness
too hungry for my cupboard
you're too close
tv flashing pictures
off and on, in and out
i see you but i don't know what to do
to make you stop
making me feel guilty
when it gets too much
i change channel
i have a choice - you don't
you don't have a choice
i do
