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!

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