A police car parked in front, blank stares
Passers-by look on, subdued
Tourists stop, fear to intrude...
Cellophaned, but past their best
Beribboned bouquets still attest
To spontaneous sorrow; many care;
A Nation grieves for those – not there...
Trams and buses run again
But hotels and eateries complain
That Easter pickings now are slight
At 7 the metro stops each night...
The damaged airport is still closed;
Much irritation felt by those
Whose lives depend on frequent travel;
Two bombs - and many lives unravel...
We're inconvenienced, it is true;
Suddenly it's April – skies are blue
But many funerals take place
So Brussels has a sadder face …
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
Tributes deposited following the 22nd March, 2016 terrorist attacks (Zaventem/Maelbeek) ...
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