He says that there are "souls" living in huge mansions, that is rich men live in luxurious homes, whereas, the poor men have to live in "holes", shabby houses.
I went to a committee to get a position, and they told me to sit down, but they turned me down for the job and said to come back next year. Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die": O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day? They are not trying to help the refugees. Even his own dreams have abandoned him.
If this brief analysis does nothing more, perhaps it will encourage one or two new readers to seek it out. Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors: Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
The word 'steal' shows that the country thinks of the refugees as thieves.
These are what the narrator has to live with everyday, a dull life with cold treatment by people and harsh living conditions. The irony which lies is that if when they want to renew their passports, but nobody is allowing them to.