We all used to crawl into the ground,

Long before civilization was around.

Then came a bolt or burning stick,

Melted flesh would make one sick.

Through pain there is joy,

We unlocked nature’s burning toy.

Cooking of prey became the norm.

Raw flesh became a thorn,

In the side of a healthy life.

Why did we cause our own strife?

A simple way to live is what we had,

We evolved and now society is glad.

For what?

To work, and stress and to make our mark.

I would say our society still lives in the dark.