Prometheus gave humans fire
After he stole it from the Gods
Humans would use it in many ways
They'd use fire to cook or to build
At times they used it for energy
As a weapon, it was used to destroy
It was a blessing, yes, but mixed in use
As important as it was dangerous
As nuclear fire invited the void
A chasm into which humans might fall
A catastrophe waiting to happen
Prometheus was punished
We never appreciated his sacrifice
As we don't have the wisdom needed
It requires a steady hand to use
And humans long for power
The power is less a gift than curse
The remnants of use still burn
And leave behind a broken earth
And could create future doom
Our last fateful hour
