Berlin’s Beauty

Berlin’s Beauty
Is not found on the wall
Not in a museum
Or from the future’s call

It’s not at Checkpoint Charlie
Or beyond the ghetto’s rink
Not said to be the models
Or within the hipsters’ ink

Berlin’s Beauty
Is short-lived
And ends in stomach cramps
Found in lonely stores
With dusty doors
And hardly working lamps

To birth Berlin’s Beauty
The Turks do their job
Spicy Sauce. Döner Meat.
The perfect Kebab.