Berlin Poem by James Hart
Berlin
No dirt, no graffiti, no shouting
This city is proud of its museums and eating
It cries not over its wartime past
And in the World Cup is shown to be fast
It now leads Europe under Angela Merkel
Behind her we feel we can begin to gel
Friday, July 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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