There I couldn't stay
I knew I didn't belong
I needed to go away
from the enslaving throng-

no voice I had
I couldn't sing their song
it would have made me sad
even if I knew I would commit no wrong-

they were wildly glad
their voices rang so strong
their uniforms were steel-clad
as in the city they marched along-

those who were in power bred
had ambition in multi-prong
I would rather be dead
than be part of that senseless throng.