Our Country Poem by Angelo Pisa

We loved our country as much as they did,

They taught that duty to one’s country is the greatest thing.

The sun goes down, night comes,

Roars and flashes.

Heavy shells tearing down...

Under the skin the life no longer pulses,

It has already pressed out the boundaries of the body.

Death is working from within.

We have become wild beasts.

We have lost all feeling.

Death is hunting us down.

We can destroy and kill,

We crouch behind every corner,

To save ourselves, to save ourselves.

Morning is come.

Slowly the grey light trickles into the post and pales the flashes,

The whole region where they go up becomes one grave.