‘Pandora’s Jar’: A poem by Andy Bambrick

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Pandora’s Jar

The signal given.
Midterm hostilities commence.

Plagues flutter and descend,
Rising from the open Pandora’s jar.

Civility is the first to leave.
Envy, spite and revenge follow.

Each plague coated with
The smell of singed hair and mud,
Burned and thrown by
Self-made political celebrities
Thoroughly blinded by their desires.

Hope remains at the bottom of the jar.
Who is worthy of freeing it?

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