Shutter flash..click..boom

A drop from a wall into the ground
a fling through a window for the fun of the rush
breaking the glass for the thrill of a sound
even in the light its all a hush

chop shop butchers block
a head in wait
for the axes stop
it all done with the face of a saint

Rush Rush adrenaline in the blood
here we go again another kill another pun
all the same a different kind of flood
hard to believe some call it fun

Flash Flash go the cameras shutter click boom
in the paper readers will see soon
the entertainment for them and tears for the rest
next we'll see the rest the voices say "who?"

Encouraged by ratings only killing us further
on a razors edge the fine line justified
as it may be its still just a form of torture
why show it when it will make their mothers cry

redemption in the eyes
fists pumping in the dark
waiting for more lies
excuses are what they bark

Media smiles and glistening eyes
appealing to the masses
sleazy smiles and quivering spines
strapped to a chair now he speaks passive

Pull the switch watch the sparks fly
cover your eyes silence your ears
why did it come to this?
was for a reason or a barrel of lies

a concept of humanity
did it end when we could see it
im not sure from here where it goes
i wish i may i wish i might
explain it more
but it goes far past this innocent poem