Ida Poem by Ima Ryma

Ida been buried eons time,
When humans stumbled upon me,
Fossil remains of primate prime -
Ancestor of humans? - Could be!
The humans argue forth and back,
The ever evolving debate
Over me, now under attack.
My being found was an ill fate.
And one I surely had not sought,
As I was texted into fame.
I could not help but have the thought -
Humans are what my kind became?

Ida be depressed Ida think,
If Ida be the missing link.