- A dream can't be killed
- Only turned into a nightmare
- She dreamed of a world of gifts and love
- Anesidora bringing to fruit seeds grown from the ground.
- And she was given an urn as a gift.
- She opened that urn in all innocence
- And furies flew out and all around.
- The spirits of hates and thefts and war
- Flew into the world once more.
- Denying even the hopes she'd longed to give.
- She saw them fly away and closed the lid.
- But stubborn hope resurrects
- And lurks patient and kind beneath the lid
- For when the furies have passed.
- Don't fear to open that box again!
- When it grows quiet at last.
- That dream we mortals have
- Of a world that is fair and just.
- Call it hope, the "American Dream" or just common sense.
- They put it in a funeral urn,
- But it won't stay there.
Thoughts on politics, economics, life and creative works from the author including poetry
Monday, September 7, 2015
Pandora's Dream
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