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Hold out the boom arm! Dangle the mic' in front of her face

«You know she wants it — you know she needs it»

And jostle the press pack but keep on the right side just in case

«Because we need her, because she’s all we’ve got»

'Cos when the leaders head for their hotels

And the illuminatii have nothing more to say…

«You're short on those column inches, you’ll need more today»

You might need to fill in details that you missed

From those you didn’t push away

And out in the watering holes

By mutual agreement, never the same

(The leaders have had their slot, now the editors tie the knot)

Both groups dissecting all of the angles in the game

(Who said what and to who? And ultimately what it means to YOU)

But the game is on a different pitch

The players exhausted by the antics of the rich

-the disinterested, the Media-Savvy — the Twitteratii

And out on the coastlines

Now they’re writing the script for tomorrow’s show

«Get Johnny Diamond out there today!

And book a chopper! Not gonna miss this! No Way!»

Checking the COMMs links and worrying the WIFI might be too slow

«Got a Brussels link in with Katya

And Laura’s in London, the News at Nine’s comin' atcha!»

But the boats still come with all the woe

The beaten faces we’ve come to know

Like incidental characters in a weekend hospital show

THEIRS is the story! But that story isn’t ours to even begin to know!

Rusting, — Rusting Slowly! Trusting- Trusting nobody!

Rusting, — Rusting Slowly! Trusting- Trusting nobody!

This is not our story! But we’ll soon fix that!

Add a few names or scenarios

And the phones will be ringing!

[Scene Four: A rather familiar looking room with a TV in it

A person is watching the TV]]

By the time it reaches you the story’s focus has changed

The camera’s on YOU and ME

But not the finger pointing blame

It’s a World On The Edge

So point it at the helpless

It’s a World On The Edge

So point it at the Strangers In Town

US: Schools, Hospitals, Resources, Terrorism!

These are the things that make us tick

THE MEDIA: So wheel on the leaders now and change the focus really quick!

Become a writer and when you fail

They’ll take you on at the Daily Mail

And use your talents to whip up hate

And get those migrants out of the gate to sell papers!

To sell papers! That’s all we’ve gotta do!

Rusting, — Rusting Slowly! Trusting- Trusting nobody!

Everyone has a limit

And Empathy is globally on the cool

So will you remember — The score at Old Trafford?

Or will it be — Brad, Angelina, or something worse?

Or Two million people under siege in Aleppo?

Or the story of the underpaid hospital nurses? All seen in 16 by 9

So while we are changing, amazing ourselves with our egos

The World Turns Sour, yes of the World Turns Sour

And when the helpless are a threat

What does that say about the rest of us

And as we start to build the wall we’re getting ready for the fall!

So, hold out the boom arm! Dangle the mic' in front of her face

Give them a forum, give them a place where they can HATE

'Cos when you come to write your story and keep your paper’s point of view

It’s the end user that matters most or maybe it’s just you

Sitting watching! Sitting taking this in!

All the stories going over my head

And I’m a consumer, just like all the other avatars

Mainlining stories that go straight to our heads

But if we STOP! and ask some questions

Well the right ones are hard to choose

Because the answers are based on VOLUME

And INTERRUPTION — we’re bound to lose

This is 2016 and we can build an army

We can crowdfund it and take it where we want to go

We can lobby the courts, we can bring down the government

Put Coca Cola in the water pipes into our homes

And if you want WATER then you are a TRAITOR

Because the «MAJORITY"* voted for The Real ThingTm

So you become silent, suck down the sugar

There’s nothing you can do about it, just as well you join in

No way! They give us binary choices!

You can have this or that — but nothing in between!

«Binary» — now there’s a buzzword — now in everyone’s vocabulary like a

different base in mathematics

If the Daily Mail’s a ONE perhaps the Independent’s ZERO

Like/Don't Like

Vote Up/Vote Down

Leave/Stay

Clinton/Trump

PC/Mac

Binary Choices. No Central Road. No Interesting Turn Off

This is 2016 and you can buy the White House

You can buy the Kremlin for a Trade Deal on top

We came Back From The Future and Biff was the President

And Johnny B Goode won’t work this time

Got no choices on the timeline

No way! They’re all ready for your questions!

They’re all pre-prepared, they’ve got it all worked out!

«It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under»

— Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five «The Message» 1982

The lights of Libya shine down on the water

And everyone I ever loved is here — adrift on this sea

They tell me that we will be rescued

They tell me that we’ll be OK in the end…

… Somehow — I feel a nagging doubt

Three generations of a family in flight

Cling to this flimsy rubber dinghy

In the Mediterranean night

And after this is over

Maybe we’ll find that home

In the promised land they’ve spoken of

So many miles from our own

And one day they’ll tell their story

Of how they followed the railway lines

They crossed a sea so they could break free…

From the wars that WE set

From the weapons WE sold

From the West WE came in search of gold…

… And WE found it

Out on the borders of some unwelcoming state

At the barbed wire fences that they put up in haste

Marshalled like cattle

Treated like dirt

Security measures to keep out

The ones who have already been hurt

«WE don’t know who’s coming in

But we do know they’re here

And if we get the right photo

We can harness the fear»

Who was it trained these writers?

Taught them grammar and writing prose?

Did they teach them decency

Reflecting humanity and its woes?

Did they give them «distinctions»

For whipping up a storm about

A Mosque they built in Nottingham?

Forearmed is forewarned

Did anybody ask them why their writing’s full of hate?

Or isn’t that in the remit of those who educate today?

Schools turning out corporate automotons

Ready to go all boxes ticked…

Accredited by Pearson

The TLC of the PLC is sick

Become a teacher then bow your head

To the passing fashions where you are led

Recite their mantras and say your prayers

Because when all’s said the futures theirs

To sell textbooks — just textbooks, that’s all they wanna do

Rusting! Rusting slowly! Trusting — Trusting nobody