The Voiceless
paula helene nollau
They prick out their eyes, no space to cry,
no space to weep, wrung out by fear
Fear! - nothing but fear
they are handed nothing but a hopeless last meal,
no space for appetite, no space to feel
the Voiceless have no path ahead,
nothing but bones and skin and flesh
Their screams cannot be heard;
shut behind closed doors,
they crush each other to death - silence!
all that is to be heard
is the sound of the machines,
the Voiceless have become unrecognisable,
souls detached from bones detached from skin detached from flesh
”The Voiceless“ is a poem about mass animal farming and a further exploration of the suffering of those beings in our current society.
I am a 17 year-old poet from Germany. Writing has been my passion since early childhood and I have been reading my poetry at events in my hometown for the past months. I would be delighted to share my work with a broader audience, to connect with other creative souls and exchange ideas.
The observation of human behaviour and reflections of strong thoughts and feelings are a great inspiration to me. The artistic expression through painting, fashion and music are also a passion of mine.
My Instagram account is called @paulahelenenollau