In the labour ward

I was born the day that we bombed Dresden
Though my mother could not help to load the planes
She was in the labour ward in lockdown
When human sacrifice was born again

I would not suck her milk after Hiroshima
Though the radiation never came near us
It set a precedent and made me thinner
Easier to carry on the bus.

Life and death eternal fought within me
I survived in that I am still here
Though is living really what it used to be?
Death and evil almost won the War

Keeping thin is a well known procedure
To get through slits and slots however small
But are we each permitted to show grief here
Or must it live behind a metal wall?

More than 1200 heavy bombers carried out attacks on Dresden.I was born a bit later but prematurely.