We Know

How many bricks to lay
How many hungry die
How many songs are sung
How many children cry
And I stood at the graves unmarked of those who lived in poverty.
And I stood at the monuments of the great ones.
Dust and bones are silent
The dead have no voice
Yet...I hear the greatest tyrant lives again
The murderer of multitudes
Half thief
Half whore
Basking in the glorious music of the past
Tearing with rotten teeth into the future
Oh lord of lust
Slither back in your church
We have seen you
We have heard you
A parasite who claims to be a god
Sitting on the throne of progress
Marching your heartbeats of hatred
Fucking your own image
Wallowing in wealth
We know who you are
We know your name