Pandora

So bright, wise Pandora
was gifted in all ways
As a woman maligned
as they did in those days

Now we are not so blind
and should you disagree
I'll explode in fury
You can't say that to me

We are better, you see
Our own judge and jury
Respect is our aura

Pandora had a jar
full of evil, they say
Again that was a lie
They are our own flaws

Out flies all that is ill
causing wound after wound
A bitter, bitter pill
It makes scar upon scar

Our old hopes slowly die
Our certainties, our laws
It's difficult to cope

Pandora has a jar
We reach into it, deep
find something after all
new, more difficult hope
A flame in the dark to keep
A harder clarion call

This was written in November 2024.