Prometheus Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Prometheus! Let my liver be eaten, piece by piece,
I know the eagles are cruel but I have heard,
Eagles wait with patience the death of a man,
Before eating the flush of a man who is dead!

Prometheus! You are an amazing thief,
You stole fire from Gods and gifted it to humans,
Fire that was used to cook our foods,
To lit our homes and make it warm!

Prometheus! You are a great artist,
I think any work done with style and perfection,
Is a fine art, may be a theft,
And I want to learn this art!

Prometheus! I am afraid of a latent fire,
It’s hidden inside the nuclear weapons,
And you know nuclear weapons are the Gods of arms,
Dear friend! I want to steal this fire.

Prometheus! I don’t know after I steal,
Who should I present this deadly gift?
Are you in a hell? Well, if so, I’ll gift it to you,
I am sure the weapons will destroy the hell!

Prometheus! I know with hell you’ll be destroyed,
My earth will be free of nuclear weapons,
But the world will remember me with a song of love,
In history my name will be Prometheus II!

(According to mythology, Prometheus, the Titan, stole the fire from the gods and brought it to humans, thus being the one who made it possible for us to eat French fries and steak instead of raw food, for which we should thank him every single day. For this evil deed, he received a harsh punishment, being sentenced by Zeus to be bound to a large stone, while an eagle ate his liver piece by piece every day.)