Armed soldiers do their bit
A slight fire somewhere near the train
Then the Terrorist is hit.
Station cordoned off, delays
Blue lights converge on site
Fear stalks again in summer haze
Security is tight.
Aghast, we scroll down on the web
Is there no one we can trust?
Our joie de vivre at a low ebb
As we try to earn our crust...
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
On 20th June, 2017
Outside the Gare Centrale, Brussels
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