Three days of mourning this strange week
Prospects for tourism are bleak
I hear that we're now “Alert Three”
Though what protection can that be?
The Federal Government is one
Linguistic squabbles cannot run
When Belgium – this sweet Nation - grieves
And peace is stolen by such thieves...
Strewn with blooms, the Bourse stands proud
Before it yesterday a crowd
Many came to pay respects
Sharing sorrow; what comes next?
In a minute's silence*, King and Queen
Feel the shock waves, which may mean
That we have entered a new phase
As these attacks new problems raise …
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
*Friday, 25th March