Microphone Revolution

It's time these microphones speak up.
Give feedback across the airways
Screeching the spread of Murdoch's poison
To a halt.

It's time these video cameras turn their gaze.
Towards the real story, the real scoop
To the ones suffereing silently
While money falls from Iraqi skies
Reaching their target and poofing into
A twisted mess of needless death and destruction.

It's time these papers write themselves true.
Time they report on the markets that are devastated
By an artificial rise in the price because we must
sew devastation
we must
have blood
we must
consume
we must make everyone pay more for everything
while the money, the ever so much more money
has to flow somewhere.

Into the pockets of Murdoch and Trump and Cheney
Into the extraction of more heat
Out of the mouths of the poor kids who can't afford rice anymore
Out of the goodness of the poor[in how so many different ways they are] people's hearts.

But they do as they're designed and programed.