HELP! can you explain this poem? "the coup de grace"

Question

When you bother to come to our slums, remember to carry the hardest &heaviest rifles to jog our memory. Bring some gasoline to singe our unwashed conscience. Sear our flesh Misshapen by bullet holes With eyes that never shut. When we welcome you with hands reeking of slime or grease, youll find us disgusting so have us handcuffed for such impropriety & wimhisked to the nearest prison or graveyard. Show no mercy if we forget to stoop when asking for charity. Cut off our fists if we clench & raise them In protest Demolish our houses empty as our stomachs, with cardboard-thin walls standing in the muck. Gorge our parched throats with your dirt & show more pleasure when we grovel at your feet. Should you hear our famished babies cry, bury a dagger deep into each one's neck. When they die, we'll put them in Paper coffins brittle as our sanity. The next time we meet & you find us restless speak to us of your visions. Regale us with more promises, contrived images,false hopes when in truth you're thinking how to butcher us even more.

Answer 1

I wish you indicated the author, and indicated the setting (time and place). It could have been Soweto, or the inner city ghetto in any major U.S. city, or any uncaring establishment versus its slums, as in Brasil.

 

Obviously it represents the stark difference in mindsets and perceptions between outsider and insider, or oppressor and oppressed (or disadvantaged), or haves versus have nots. 

 

Typo: wimhisked should be whisked.