The city I amnMy alleys veins, my water nurturenNobody need stand on ceremony before my doorsnI am a home to younAnd to themnOf ashes they comenIn sackcloth cloakednnMuch was told of menListen to my names, different by tonguenA rose by any other name smells just as sweetnnThe banners flying in the wind over my towersnPurposelessnI have no flag, no religionnNo loyaltynI harbor all but stand for nonenA waver, declaring my immunitynnDiasporanThe one without religion inside the dogmanListen to those long gonenIt is they who are loyal to menThose in sackclothnAnd those who yearn for mennSome are pious, some cater to whims,nSome provokenBut I am a labyrinth of layersnFind only sensenWithout a compassnnFor the city I am