Here you will find the Poem To The Silenced of poet Georg Trakl
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfall The crippled trees gape by the blackened wall, The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask; Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night. Oh, the sunken pealing of evening bells. Whore who in her icy shivers sheds a still-born child. With raving whips God's fury punishes brows possessed. Purple pestilence, hunger that breaks green eyes. Oh, the horrible laughter of gold. But silent in dark caves a stiller humanity bleeds, Out of hard metals moulds the redeeming head.
