Where the time goes, I don't know
Brave sun fights hard to pierce the clouds;
Brussels buzzes; tourist crowds ...
Wend their way in some despair
Through roadworks to our famous square;
New Brussels Parliament sworn in
The Federal Parliament still aswim ...
Complex Belgium, which I love,
Needs divine help from Above
To solve its coalition woes
Election over – in the throes ...
Of getting all new sides on board
Though extremist votes have soared
Hum ... Pentecost, the gift of tongues
Now that would help them up the rungs!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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