There is nothing here, in this decaying city
Of urban fascism, hope is a last wish
We grant upon murderers on death row.
Nothing to be seen in this cobweb of coercion,
Not that you'd want to see, the air we breathe
Has become poisonous with our lies and deceit.
Ears kept shut, word still spreads of the plague
That has corrupted every grain of this seed,
And reached to the corpuscles of our very existence.
There is nothing new here in this dying arcadia
Of liberal fascists, freedom is a farce 
We preach to the citizens of this utopia.
Hear the emptiness that you claim as your ideals -
The perversion of everything you envisioned
And fought to establish by twisted means.
Eyes gouged out, to prevent all the nightmares
Which let you escape from reality, witness the
Birth of this utopia that we love systematically.
There is nothing pure here, nothing holy
Not the cults, not the love, not the empathy
A celebration of madness is all it ever could be.

The writer, aged 18, is a student of electrical engineering at the Islamic University of Technology.