Milan, 1945
Did we ever truly mourn
Did we ever try to weep,
She did,
They still might,
But we no longer fear blood,
Continue staining the streets
Did we ever truly stand
Did we ever join the fight
He did,
They should have,
but we adhere to anarchy's code,
forget each other for our own lives
Did we ever raise our guns
Did we raise our voice in protest
You do,
They do as well,
But we aim at our own walls,
We aim for those left
We brand enemies as monsters,
but we have monsters in our depths,
We aim for whores, maids and workers,
We aim for more death
Did we ever try to weep,
She did,
They still might,
But we no longer fear blood,
Continue staining the streets
Did we ever truly stand
Did we ever join the fight
He did,
They should have,
but we adhere to anarchy's code,
forget each other for our own lives
Did we ever raise our guns
Did we raise our voice in protest
You do,
They do as well,
But we aim at our own walls,
We aim for those left
We brand enemies as monsters,
but we have monsters in our depths,
We aim for whores, maids and workers,
We aim for more death
This Poems Story
Some history is so dark, so evil, it over shadows the rest. The poem came after reading a novel about the life of teenager in Milan during German occupation and immediately after the end of WWII. The evil of that time was not only the monsters themselves, but the evil and monsters they brought out in others.
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