The splendor of the fortress lures me not
For I hear the cries nobody has heard
Of faces nobody has seen
Of souls that were not let in this world
It was good they were not born here
Yes, this is not the place to be
The walls are high and impregnable
They know not love, they know not sympathy
They are heartless, relentless
They care not for me, or for you
They stink of ideologies that are dated
They emit foul stench of a gory past
They are stifling, suffocating