Polemic - TV lyrics

When I looked through the window
I saw things I couldn’t believe
People running over each other
No one cares about the other
Everyone’s got a machine gun

I changed my mind I couldn’t watch this
I changed my mind and I
Changed the channel and
I changed the channel on my TV set
Hot sun, a desert caravan
Grey camels move across yellow sand
With a few ghosts
Bedouins dressed in white, dressed in
Black, red stains, not happy
They're like very tired
They’re driven out of their home
Starving, begging for salvation
Looking to the motionless
Heavens, but there’s just a roaring bomber
Bringing more of the same

Standing at my window
Looking out at the little kids
Playing with their dogs
Playing with their friends
Together, friendly and happy
Tell me Mr world is it necessary
To teach our children to teach
Our children to fight, to hate
To carry a gun and to show them how to kill
I took the remote control
Pushed down, pushed the red trigger
And I turned off the devil
The devil called the TV