You're a crown

Berlin

Beating Heart
in the east of
Germany
pumping live through
the asphalt venes

of this body which is our country

Your history
is written in goldblack,

big letters in the sky
gold for peace,
black for war
it seems so near but although far

And today
is your reality
but what is what you mean to be?
Not just a town,
you are
Germanys crown