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For a while I thought that media circus should close tents And take it all down They were treacherous and treading on sacred ground

My righteous anger flared Tears appeared I was sickened and wishing they would just Put that camera down

Stop showing me these images and sounds which abound Revealing the hypocrisy of the factors before the disasters Don't let The slow...sad...pan Of somebody' damn reality-cam Make me examine my standing on the days before the tomorrows Just leave me To my sorrows Of the days after

Yes, put that camera down, you must Do not let us discuss our disgust in the spin being spun From among the wicked web some have strung in their mixtures of pictures Nor shall we speak on the fulfillment of the 66 books of scriptures

There's too much truth to be seen Too much proof to be screened So put that damn camera down And let all sleuths be loosed from the scene We really don't want to know what it all means

Let us slide our sins back under the carpet We don't need nor want to know when this all started Or how its all going end Not when so many of our family and friends are recently departed Can't you see we're broken-hearted? Put that camera down Please Don't let these etched echoes of N'awlins blues Be used to confuse the issues and tragedies we've grown to know so well That racism, oppression, class-ism and poverty are killing us daily And it seems We've already gone to hell Witnesses are always the last to know Always the last to go or the first to be sacrificed and die so I shall no longer subscribe to what you provide in this sly genocide slideshow

Put those cameras down I don't need to see his story through your minion of eyes Or through your legion of lies like some lord of the flies My Lord is certainly willing. And Yes, Jesus is Able And any kind of Cain you may raise

Or Pilots you may praise can't kill him Any Job you take won't shake his foundation of faith And if there were but one righteous soul in the whole doomed Lot It would be his face above all others Paint him my Savior, my Maker, my Brother

My Father, King and Caretaker The Shepherd who leads mine blind eyes to see Beyond the tainted images you would keep sending unto me

So put that damn camera down