Diane Hine - Maybe lyrics

Say, eighteen hundred thousand years ago A lightning strike set blaze a bushy plain And seared the seeds of life that hid below. When cooled, a group appeared on charred terrain And scratched the earth with thumb-opposing hands In search of tuber, pulse or wild grain. Alert and ill-at-ease in open lands The scattered stones and sticks provided arms And held aloft, some branches glowed like brands. Then shelter bound, they took their smoking charms To ward against their fears, yet knew not how They held an epoch's clock within their palms. A child played with cast-off ashy bough And fed a spark from which a tiny flame then sparked a torch in every bony brow. And ages pa**ed for which they had no name In which an unlocked, heat-wrought wealth of food progressively transformed their bodies' frame. Small jaws and teeth, and shorter gut ensued While larger brains advanced their skulls to fore And differential s** size was subdued. The species spread and prospered, wood to shore Time freed, to hone fine blades for hunt or art And language flourished in the cause of war. More ages pa**ed and time forbade rechart Until their burning needs enclosed complete Dependent bodies, slaves to fire at heart. What now to burn? their fossil fuels deplete To feed a shared compulsion, both engrossed And having filled their carbon sinks, replete. In chains of servitude and thrall inmost Denial is the addicts common state Poor parasites of all-consuming host. *Please choose from one of the following options- a) Upheaval, floods and famines decimate Descendents left to rue their sorry fate. b) With cognate love and empathy innate They turned the tide before it was too late. c) Almighty God did frothily berate With smiting, all who'd dared to fornicate. d) None of the above.