Oh Amsterdam! 
How neatly sectioned you are,
Like slices on a cake, 
You might disappear quickly.

How multi-layered you are,
Like an onion, 
You make the sky weep daily.

Built on a whim, raised on top of waters,
Carried by the winds, flowing paper weight.
You take any form you desire,
As a cheap wallpaper.

You don't know what the hell you are,
But you know what you are not,
Neither chaste, nor a friend,
Neither warm, nor cold, 
Not a teetotaler, nor humble.

Amsterdam, do you realize,
You were the beginning,
The spore from which everything bore,
Shipping clothes to metals,
Machines to souls,
Sailing those naval boats,
Hustling the way around,
Breaking the back of the world.

Amsterdam, you become seeped,
Waters rush to your side,
Don't mistake them for aides,
Dams far ahead save your ass,
Only for long can it brave,
Ask those sailors,
With broken masts and sails.

Amsterdam, Damn you to Hell!