Prometheus The Titan Poem by Gert Strydom

How many days, weeks,
months and years
have I been chained by a supreme god
to this hard unforgiving rock?

The sun, the rain, the wind
and even lightning found me here
and I the benefactor of man
could not even keep myself warm

when winter snow covered me
and this indignity had befallen me because
I really loved man, had taken my task to heart
to make him strong and smart

and in giving him nobility
I wished, I hoped that just one,
a single one of his kind, would come,
not as a servant but as a friend

and then you Hercules arose
shattered the preying eagle
with one blow,
ripped my chains apart.