Goodbye, Berlin
Untitled | Quang Ho | Photography
Goodbye, Berlin by Madison Bicking
The piercing whistles of the dogs stopped right then and there
The neighborhood fell quiet
And no one could stand the silence
As they stood still, like statues, and stared
No one could move, no one could speak
They were all stunned
From the war that had just begun
And they couldn’t even fathom that this combat had nowhere near reached its peak
The brave, old man screamed again
He shouts and cries and cries and shouts
Desperate to know what the fuss was about
Fire! Fire! Boom! The dogs started again
The old man now silent, everyone relieved it wasn’t them
