Poem: Trip to the Supermarket

 

Styrofoam. Plastic. Balloons.
Cut up dead bodies.

Dead fish heads. Eyes staring into nothingness.

Decapitated hens. Skinned. Bare. Packaged.

The smell of sterilised Pain. Flesh. Meat.
Normalised.
Our eyes disillusioned to the gruesome horror story we have created for ourselves.

We have been taught that it is “normal” to package pain!
Taught that some lives matter more than others!
Taught that we are meat-seeking and needing creatures.
Taught that our taste buds and cravings matter more than anything in this world…
More than other humans.
More than hunger and suffering.
More than animals.
More than pain.
More than our soul.
More than our future.
More than this planet.
More than life.

Why do we then never feel inclined to kill the animals close to us?
Why do we then not kill cats in our very homes when we are hungry?
Why do humans not drink dog milk and deny the dog’s babies their fair share?
Why do we not hear a mother’s cry for her baby?
Why do we never feel inclined to attack a baby cow when we are hungry?
What is the difference?
Why do we not- like any other predator in this world – follow our apparent killer instinct?

Why are we so scared to question?
To think.
To awaken.
To grow.
To become.

Are you prepared to wake up from this amnesia of morals?
This decay of souls?
This intake of stress hormones?
This suppression of love?
This dark place…

Tear. Shivers. Fear. Exhaustion. Meaningless. Exploitation. Cries. Pain. Suffering. Lost. Darkness.

Vegan for the animals.
Vegan for the planet.
Vegan for my health.
Vegan for world peace.

Vegan for the voiceless.
Vegan for light.
Vegan for hope.
Vegan for happiness.
Vegan for my soul.

 

-Lea Elisa Weimann