Hardened as we are becoming to the world events, I was still shocked by this morning’s news from Brussels. As I listened to the reports whilst traveling to work, the insanity of one segue struck a chord such that I had to compose this to escape my head…
~ Radio news, served cold ~
The morning news broadcasts the horror (again).
Of violent deaths of innocent people,
everyday folk, living everyday lives.
Chatting, noisy, smiling people;
families and workers traveling free,
caught in a cacophony of catastrophe.
As deaths are tallied
and war-wounds examined
we hand over to our market desk,
where gold is up,
and airline stocks are falling.
I am sure heads will roll…