Four More Shoulders

O lord sent forth, four more shoulders,

For the pile climbs higher as the end comes closer,

As another mother falls,

And another sister kneels,

As another father screams 

And another son weeps

As another day comes,

When the rich stuff their throats,

And the walking feet bleed,

And the empty bellies roar,

For the empty pockets watching,

Their eyes falling colder,

For a man with no riches,

O lord sent forth, four more shoulders.