Pandora has Opened the Box
It is said it started somewhere in the Orient, in a small, inconspicuous, town.
It soon swept throughout the lands and even brought some Governments down.
Very soon our worst nightmares started to come true.
And all I could pray for is that it would not get to you.
Pandora had forsaken her pledge and set free the horrors from within.
To the theme tune of the War of The Worlds is where I shall begin.
Some strange and horrible things flew out that box, including mean and selfish greed.
People whom we trusted made capital from the misery of our needs.
Soon envy crawled free and crept across the damp and virulent sand.
Friends were lost, some people shut and locked their doors and made a final stand.
Hatred was the next little puppy to escape and run untethered and free.
It was the fault of those Orientals that brought this curse down on you and me.
Or was it?
Wherever it started, the end result, was unbelievable, harsh and intolerable pain.
Our old and fragile loved ones took the first punch and were hit time and time again.
As always hunger escaped the box and those in dire need were brought into focus too.
It took a mindful football star to tell us what we really aught to do.
Poverty skipped free as well, danced and sang with hunger hand in hand.
Many additional people died no matter what we may have planned.
War still raged throughout the World and smiled upon us all and took its chance.
Never one to miss the endless, opportunities brought about by fate and circumstance.
Death had also leapt for joy at its endless possibilities, prospects, and the freedom it had gained.
With a gentle smile it left the box and whispered menacingly, as it pretended to sooth and ease the pain.
It is said it started somewhere in the Orient, in a small, inconspicuous, town.
It soon swept throughout the lands and even brought some Governments down.
Very soon our worst nightmares started to come true.
And all I could pray for is that it would not get to you.
But now we have a vaccine, perhaps even two or more.
Something to combat the virus and even up the score.
Although our medical staff are stretched, exhausted, tired and under strain
A ‘sharp scratch’ will be the phrase repeated every minute, every hour, time and time again.
However, still within the box, biding its time and the strongest of them all,
Was a tiny thing called HOPE, whose message is firm and sure, “No matter what, we shall never fall!”
It has just skipped free, with joyous dance, a melodious voice and wondrous smiling eyes
Looked upon the World and exclaimed, fear not my friends, “This will never best me no matter how hard it tries!!”
We WILL overcome this. Be Strong, Stay safe and look after each other.
David J Sowerby – Visual Storyteller
Black Notley
Essex
Posted on: 20th July 2023