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As Brussel-bombs went off
I dyed my stupid hair
Then fidgeted and made some tea
Relieved myself and had a wee
Relieved I wasn’t there

I dyed my stupid hair
As many people died
I browsed and googled trivia
And thought of Paris, Syria
And thought: I’ll walk outside

As many people died
I ambled round the shops
I couldn’t help or offer aid
Or tell folks not to be afraid
Or tell the war to stop.

I ambled round the shops
Just thinking of one thing
I landed in a nail salon
They clipped until my nails were gone;
They clipped a Belgian wing.

Just thinking of one thing
“We’re all the same,” I cried
I looked upon my stupid hair
As airport-goers went nowhere;
As airport-goers died.

“We’re all the same,” I cried
“When will we ever learn?”
I wept across the continents
And questioned human cognizance
And questioned Britain’s turn.

When will we ever learn?

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