Friday, 1 April 2016

Passing by the Brussels Bourse

Flickering candles, teddy bears
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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