You Can't Imprison My Mind Poem by Richard Wlodarski

You can take from me
My precious freedom
You can forever cage me
Like a wild animal
You can try to train me
Like some kind of puppy
You can whip the hell out of me
Until my back is skinless
You can blind me
With a welder's torch
You can rob me of my hearing
By hammering nails in my ears
You can cut out my tongue
And starve me to death
You can stitch together my lips
And silence my boldest protests
You can cut off my fingers and hands
So I can no longer sew your clothes
You can saw off my toes and feet
So I cannot march anymore
Yet, you cannot rob me
Of my most precious gift
You cannot steal
The soundness of mind
The power to think freely
And to simply visualize