Acrostic: Pandora's Box

@01-DEC-2018, Olan L. Smith

Please complain to the heavens how evil is

Alive and well in this world. The scales have tipped

Not out of natural poise, but a will for wantonness.

Do more bad than good; a relapse of angels'

On slippery slopes, a horror is unfolding before us,

Raucous uproar of good doing evil, evil's pushing

All into the pits of hell on the ugly

Sled, gilded by high crimes and misdemeanors.

Behold! The hopes of the world dissolve before

Our eyes. A place where evil no longer hides its

Xenophobic side. Nations turn in on themselves

In open hiding, heads buried in debris of self-indulgence

Soldier's deaths given for liberty; freedom for naught?

Overseas and at home are all washed over by hatefulness.

Please! See yourself in the mirror; not the other,

End this horror of the inside out, of deaths for freedom—

Naught is the property of voids, of sorrows, of dread.

Who will stand up for the one remaining hope?

Inside the box, the bottom most layer is hope; be not

Deceived! Hopefulness always remains,

Even in the darkest hours, even in the foxholes we've dug.