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.
To work, and stress and to make our mark.
I would say our society still lives in the dark.