The football stadium is packed tight
When shots ring on misty night;
Sports shirts are harbingers of doom
For two foreigners – high noon.
But this is Brussels, quiet, discreet
Where nobody expects to meet
Their Maker near the canal-side;
Alert stage 4 is soon applied…
The site roped off from passers-by;
The match called-off; they shoot the guy
Somewhere down a Schaerbeek street
Now top politicians meet…
Why here? Why Sweden? We’re in shock
We thought that we were safe – we’re not
All buses run but some schools close
So once again, we’re on our toes…
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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