intestines shattered hopes and dreams adorn the floor the face behind the screen has seen it all before and the worst thing about is there s more in store just another sacrifice to the lords of war the royal family sell guns the royal family sell bombs that kill the world s poorest people the government sell guns the government sell bombs that kill the world s poorest people the sacrosanct march of industry the sacrosanct march of industry does such strange things to people the spectatorship of suffering the spectatorship of suffering does oh such strange things to people oh lord of war how do you sleep oh lord of war how do you sleep at night oh lord of war how do you sleep oh lord of war how do you sleep at night oh lord she was eight years old imagination alive cute as could be you could see the gleam of mischief in her eye carrying her kite to try find a place where it could it fly hovering not far she saw what was a spaceship in her mind too young to really understand exactly what the buzz meant bread and water everyday other than that she s unfed pressure applied diplomatically to stop aid reality enforced by the air and naval blockade back to her through her blood flows qahtan ancient civilisation but its status has lost charm she found a place to fly kite in the soft calm some will say that her life was in god s palm she heard her mother call saw her brother fall didn t realise quick enough stumbled from the sudden force a flicker and a flash to the horror scene of death and this is what happens when technology meets flesh  oh lord of war how do you sleep oh lord of war how do you sleep at night oh lord of war how do you sleep oh lord of war how do you sleep at night oh lord intestines shattered hopes and dreams adorn the floor the face behind the screen has seen it all before and the worst thing about is there s more in store just another sacrifice to the lords of war a caravan in nevada he sits twiddling a control pad taking down coordinates scribbling in his notepad when he sweats the headphones itch and irritate his eczema watching scenes on the screen as they enter through his retina sick of his life his wife and this job cause it kills sick of his father sick of debt from the hospital bills childhood of computer games that learned him in murder he wonders if he s better off serving up burgers a small part of him loved watching death from a distance but that feeling numbed away through monotonous repetition merely going through the motions like the robot that he operates depersonalised murder victim less violence for the modern age his cold stare and tap of a button takes her only life instantly regrets but watches on as she slowly dies grotesquely intertwined via the screen that he stared through her kite floats away but we will never know where to what fools we are to live in a generation for which war is a computer game for our children and just an interesting little channel 4 news item oh lord of war how do you sleep oh lord of war how do you sleep at night oh lord of war how do you sleep oh lord of war how do you sleep at night oh lord intestines shattered hopes and dreams adorn the floor the face behind the screen has seen it all before and the worst thing about is there s more in store just another sacrifice to the lords of war the lord lives in the third dimension far from the theatre but every now and again the whimpers of the carnage get nearer sometimes in his dreams he sees the harmed and disfigured like dorian gray can t see his moral scars in the mirror cognitive dissonance suppresses his pangs of conscience rationalises it away everybody has their monsters but he is not everyone he is a parasite of life and carries within him a selfish song never sung believes he loves his children is he capable of love lord of the machines that rain satan from above will they justify what daddy did or hate him as they must realise their bread and butter left faceless faces in the dust as the sights locked on her he loosened his suit and tie as he sighs balls of fire were shooting off to her right as she died he ordered a fruit juice with some ice her kite floats away he admires the blueness of the sky oh lord of war