Shrunk away in a corner, defenseless, alone,
Trying to speak, unable to cry,
Left out in the dark, caressing his soul,
Not trying to live, trying to die

Seeing no light in a burnt-out stove,
Trying to breathe, no way to escape,
A shadow in glass, displayed for a show,
Trying to tear, not trying to shape

Crying to heaven in silent tears,
Trying to hear, unable to see,
Body is torn by flaming spears…
Could it be you?.. Could it be me?..