To Whom it may Concern

To whom it may concern Not knowing if this matters Not knowing if you care When we're beaten and battered There is nobody there To offer solidarity In a motionless crowd Looking for charity Crouched in empty bows To a god they don't know To a god who's long dead To whom it may concern Try again, to understand To whom it may concern I have something for you Because I'm sure you are deaf It's the cries of my people When life means less than death More hands than I can hold More tears than I can bleed And you sit at home And make deals with free So the wicked can rule With a fist made of brass To whom it may concern Take it back Don't let this last To whom it may concern Getting blow jobs from the greedy Fucking all the needy Lap dances from charity Whores in the holy city Beat me til you pity Work me til I'm weary Spend me like I'm shitty The hell were you thinking? To whom it may concern Get off your ass Do something To whom it may concern Plague us with perversion So we can live like you War with every nation Asked you for salvation Starved to humiliation Bombed to annihilation And still they bow to you To whom it may concern Bow to us now You fool