The Box Of Pandora Poem by RIC BASTASA

most of the time
i tell you honestly
i have not really
understood what the word
means
what the picture says
what the messages are

you have been a wizard
of all sorts
you take note of the murmur
of this tremor
you read what the clouds
write in the skies
you take so much silence
with closed eyes to the
horizon
as the waves of the sea
keep pounding the walls
of this civilization

i have seen a father cry
over the death of his child
i have imagined how boats
capsize
how engines stop
how people scream
and scamper for safety

this world is getting smaller
how can i ever say so?
yesterday i tread upon a path
of tall grass and mountain peaks
and i stand there
at noon
amazed by the vastness of the sky
and the endless horizon

men have always waged war against
themselves
and the children and women are the
victims hapless

this is what till now
i have not understood
why?

to kill and be killed
to live to die
without a cork to seal this
leak
of bad spirits

Pandora's box, tell me,
how to close it?