They stood in the centre of Brussels. Row on row.
Hands
held high, making hearts to the heavens. Showing the slaughtered they
were not forgotten. Reminding themselves they were here with love.
Looking to show humanity wins. That love conquers all.
They lay in the centre of London,
face down where they fell. Stabbed by a knife, rammed with a car,
flung, broken, into the Thames, life bleeding out on the curb.
And the news came thick and fast.
A car rammed deliberately into pedestrians on the bridge. Ten innocents down.
A police officer stabbed at the House of Commons. Confirmed dead.
Another woman now, dead at the scene.
Shots fired. An Asian man rushed to hospital.
A woman, plucked from the water.
And I grew colder. And more tiny.
No
anger for me this time. No rage like I’ve felt before. No desperate
urge to get out there and scream at the idiots who refused to see this
coming.
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