Sonnet 12 Small Pandora Boxes Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Will thoughts pierce further than laser anger
After enough summits on earth to pray
For understanding that people can say
Will bring that peace to our way much stronger?

Will I love beam stay around for longer
To frame around each child the fair sun rays
Instead of mutant genes that now-a-days
Speak for pasts to which he is a stranger?

It sounds too good to say there is still hope
For humans who see this end of the rope
Now that those small cases our fate conceal.
Pandora Boxes! Each day we have more; 12
And will we seal on time the dreaded door?
And will there be room for our dreams to heal?
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12-. Pandora = the first mortal woman, who curiously
opened a box letting all human ills escape, and leaving
only hope. 'Pandora Boxes' in this poem alludes to the
cases which only a leader of a super power nation may
posses in order to trigger an arms confrontation when
he is traveling.