Regular broadcast is breaking away
Emerging news with acts of hate
The live TV crew watches it
It is happening before our eyes
Anyone finds it saddening
It moves swiftly, invisibly
A disaster doesn't wait
For the story teller to understand
We might need him to explain it
But he might be dead
From coming near
Or maybe abandoning it
Because of the danger
Below the pictures on the TV
Are words warning us all
Some watch intently
Worrying about the result
Others fear the authority
Who might want to cover it up
If our News media can't speak
If their coverage looks weak
We all still know inside
Society is committing suicide
At the same time we are trying
To control the story told
As the spectacle unfolds
We become hypnotized
By a kind of fool's gold
Where the disaster is clear
But we are transfixed
Unable to understand
The end is here
It is time