Ich bin ein Berliner

It used to be a city of culture
full of museums, art shows, music
and of course, cabarets

Now, all the lamps are broken
darkness is everywhere
and the air smells like blood

Pine trees have fallen
water percolates through rubble
the sulfurous odors of open sewers
shout the ugliness of war

At the threshold of the horizon
another wave of B-29s
in an attack formation, coming to
unload their heavy bombs

A ladybug crawls under a bloody cap
hoping for a shelter
to survive this madness