Letter To Parliament (Revised)

You build mansions from the bricks of their hunger, wear jewels from the taxes we pay. there will be no room for repention, when we fight back bringing your judgment day. we've been screaming for centurys but we've never been heard. in a rich nation of poverty, whos children need to be fed. No jobs for the men who've worked for forty years. once comfortable, now penniless as you drink champagne from their tears. As the poets all fall to their knees and you kill all our sons in your war, when civil mutiny is brought upon you, you'll wonder what your greed was really for. Naive thinking you'll always be in control, there are more of us than there is you. it will take just one man to stand up and fight for what is true. Revolution is that stench in the air, air that is thick with devastation. I advise that you dig out your armour, the civillians are done being patient.