My poem to mark the 25th anniversary of the Berlin Wall, a bloodless victory.

Cold November Night

When can a war be won without bloodshed?
On a cold November night,
When the darkness of half a century gave way to the light.

When can a victory be achieved without bitter sacrifice?
When people walk, march,
No weapons in hand,
Just a hammer,
To break down a wall.

On a cold November Night,
Concrete blocks crumble,
Hostility turns to rubble
A continent rumbles,
To peaceful march
To loving embraces,
To smiling faces,
Tears of joy.




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