It is a relief that no openings were left in the walls; otherwise, it would have been mere amusement for you, but pure cruelty to the poor.

The poet breathes a quiet sigh of relief that no cracks or peepholes remained in the walls of the destitute, guarding their fragile dignity. For the privileged onlooker or beloved, peering inside would be nothing more than casual amusement or lighthearted sport. Yet for the poor, that very intrusion would mean sheer cruelty and the loss of their only sanctuary. It is a poignant reminder of how easily one person's careless pastime becomes another's quiet devastation.