It's the story of A jar so intricate, Out of which came, Sickness and hate. A curse wrapped Like a present Given by gods, great, To punish mankind, For accepting fire Stolen from them.
Revenge was plotted By mighty Zeus. From clay a women Like goddess of love Herself, was modelled By Hephaestus The artisan unmatched. Breathed in her life, Blessed with curiosity Pandora was her name.
With air she descended Into the land of human. Said she was a gift, A peace offering from gods. A jar was entrusted To her with a warning, That it was never To be opened; but Pandora fell, a pawn In the game of lords.
Curiosity, filled in her, Overpowered sense And as she unlocked The wretched jar, Off flew all the evil, Purposefully locked. Humans were plagued With miseries many. So she released from it, The anecdote called hope.
It's about the greek legend of Pandora's box. I was discussing it with a friend that pandora or curiosity shouldn't be blamed. Well, he made an excellent point quoting that all the things that can be discovered, shouldn't be. Now I'm more confused than before.