The now familiar explosions shake the city and
The pall of smoke rises this time over Brussels
The panicking crowds run blindly through
The blood soaked carnage hoping to be saved,
While the evil hate-filled clerics and their succubi
Sing praises to Allah, to the painful music of children’s cries.
The teddy bear mountain grows before the blood has dried
The candles are lit to bring comfort to the bereaved and the lost
Chalked messages of defiance appear again in yet another city’s streets
And social media once again erupts in a show of impotent solidarity.
While the futility of it all would make the heavens weep.