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Pandora's Box

Posted to Poetry

She Is Empty

So much trouble out there
Lest I read again the headline
Bleeding children myopic feeling circumscribed
With my belief in freedom
And I am forced to hate myself
To look at you as different
And quantify the corners
Draw tight the sheet
Blanketed in the wind
It crashes against my head

Who are you?
Where have you been?
Are you with me?
Are you?

The weather shifts against the tide
The rhythms of bureaucratic flow
Spray destiny upon our child

And we walk
Purposefully to work
And work and fit the cog in the machine

Everything that meant something
Has twilight zone turned to dark?
In and amongst everything
We are working for

Upside down
We found
In the well of hope
Pandora’s Box
Is Empty