Drum beat

What's this?
Distant drums of death beat hard,
So distant they are barely heard.
Millions starve but no pictures
Show the horror, so no one knows...

What price is honour?
Pounding drums of Mammon beat
With mind-numbing power they
Defeat the distant throb of pain and
Drown all thoughts of honour.

Ignorance is bliss.
Without responsibility you can act
And others always can be to blame.
So we can live in a money-rich
and honour-free world.