Poem: Samedi Apres-Midi

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The world’s gone mad, they’re saying
How can people do that?
Insane
Samedi apres-midi
People queue to give blood
In the rain.

Social Media’s gone mental
Political point-scoring
And blame
Samedi apres-midi
People try to find words
For the pain.

World Leaders, defiant, read statements
Phone clips emerge of
The slain
Samedi apres-midi
The first of the victims
Is named.

Outside a restaurant, flowers are laid
Sawdust covers
A stain
Samedi apres-midi
When they queued
To give blood
In the rain.

 

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