If I could create a box, I would put in it,

Cowardice cyber bullies their faces hidden,
Hurtful comments spoken out of spite,
Homophobes and racists and narrow minded people.

I would put in my box,
The evil that soldiers witness on a daily basis,
The tears of the innocent in third world countries torn by warfare,
And the grief of parents who have lost their children.

I would put in my box,
The heartache of people whose partners have cheated,
The confusion of  saints who have lost their faith,
And the wealth of criminals who can afford to get away with their crimes.

The box would be made out of,
The carved bones of murderers and the steel of the cells that held them,
It would be bonded by the blood of their victims,
And the victim's heartbroken families.

I would bury my box,
Deep in the ground of the most uninhabitable landscape,
I would walk away not leaving any clue that I was there,
My box would be hidden with everything else dark in the world.
But this box doesn’t exist.