Ode to Prometheus!
As I stand with Prometheus, My hero, Who stole God's fire and gave it to men- I am forced to ponder Why was God so angry, Is he not as merciful as newspapers claim? Was fire like WMD And the power to unleash harm God hated to let go? Or was it an IPR That he transgressed And let the secrets men know? Yet one knows, He did not profit And gave it away to us! Yet, he was chained and pained, Without access to justice, Probably in Cuba, alas! And, then, God sent us gifts - Illness, Greed and Lust, To keep us forever poor and lost! Oh! We still have our Pandoras, Fair-minded but naïve, Who keep unlocking His box. And, yes, there was Hope in this package too, Called The Market, Or did Adam invent the term? We earnestly believed There will be deliverance And did ourselves harm. So, as I stand, Oh Prometheus! Be unbound and let us free! God is angry, But watching us keen, He is frightened, as you see!