The Daily Post prompt is: open.
Very much in my thoughts right now, the news that the MP for the small town where I grew up was shot and stabbed to death this afternoon outside the library by some hate-filled nutcase. It’s almost impossible to believe. Such a peaceful, quiet place. Another needless death to chalk up to fanaticism and ignorance. This one’s for you, Jo Cox.
It’s locked up in a strong box, and no one has the key,
And if they did they’d hide it from the likes of you and me,
Because there’s people who would hate it if the box was opened wide,
And the likes of us would see the treasure that they’d hid inside.
For there’s hatred here aplenty, and anger rules the street,
And it’s hard enough to know if it’s friend or foe you meet,
But somewhere there is love and the tenderness you find
Among the wolf and fox and other vermin of their kind.
The men in black say we cannot have peace on earth for man,
But if we could let it out the box, we’d show them that we can.