Pandora's Dream

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.