Born In West Berlin Poem by D.N. Rebb

I was born in West Berlin
In part of Olde Wedding
Five years after the bullying empowerment
A city left to its mother's abandonment
Cordoned off within a cement wall
That took nearly thirty years to make it fall
The cold war was passionlessly present
Behind this stale grey soviet accent
Separated from the ones most loved
Global democratically deprived
Amongst hovering fear of another war
Extinguishing any hopeful restore
She was stripped of her capitalism
Deprived of her dignified nationalism
And ferociously cut into four
Why wasn't there a bigger uproar?
As the world persevered and held on
Once a regal status, now just a pawn
An island communistically dry drowned
Sustaining a mocking freedom surround
Giving birth to a new dark style of music
Within honorable democratic confusion
Presenting a western culture survivor
Hidden behind a ten foot barb- wired eyesore
With watch towers, loaded arms and hidden mines
Historically documented dark times
Over five thousand were captured and detained
Five thousand more managed to cross
Though 191 were killed
Such an unnecessary loss
I was born in West Berlin
In part of Olde Wedding