IT

You don't have a face
        They took it from you
You don't have a voice
        They cut off your tongue.
You can't see
        They covered your eyes
You can't hear
       They covered your ears.
You can't even move out from your place
        Your foot is chained on the floor.
You can hardly breathe
        Confined you in a small dark room. All walls.
For them you are nothing but an "it"
        A disgraced man that does not have the right to wander
They can have your face.
        They can take your voice.
They can remove your eyes if they want to.
        They can cover your ears.
Or chain you on the wall.
        But they can't have your soul.
And they can't stop you from dreaming.