Family Time

Arenas of cotton and cushions
Where my family fights
The whole room shakes
Where the scavengers lie
Screams, cries and cushion
That’s where we fight
Guns always had buttons
And targets are sensors
But overall the result is
That the children cry
Screams, cries and cushions
Are spread throughout the room
We are all scavengers
We just need to see
All we really need
Is just a tv