Familiar Explosions Shake the City by Angela E Brooks

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.

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