Point the camera at the baby, Shoot the mother giving birth. Watch the blood run down the table, Close-up to the after-birth.
Newsreel. Newsreel.
Push the mike into the mouth of the wound, Tape the sound of fading life. Edit out the sounds of displease, Ask the feelings of a dead man's wife.
Newsreel. Newsreel.
Pretend the camera doesn’t change things, To me and you it chooses only one eye. A soldier poses, then pulls the trigger, Wipes his hands and waves good-bye.