A glance at him and you’ll understand
A bar less prison-Which your mind can never comprehend
A sickness, a plague of new kind
created to shrivel and rape your silent mind.

His face is covered in a veil of black
And he is locked in this tasteless prison
Only words can describe what you see
Only words can fill all of your vision

Strength is lost in this strange little game
All that remains is a withered frame,
A lonesome piper playing his broken reed
All that remains is a barren seed.

All that remains is a broken man
Of broken faith and unheard pleas
For a few gulps of water and a piece of bread to seize
I see a scraggy fellow crawling on his knees.