Do not try, to make me stand,
For I can no longer move,
Crushed under the weight of your demand.

My stings have been cut,
And they're lying on the ground,
Still searching for the place,
Where my dead pride can be found.

Do you know why I should care at all,
Why I should ponder, or twitch,
For those that helped me build this wall?

I am the the fortress that you created,
And they laid the brickwork long...