Prometheus and Pandora

The creator of mortals, but only of men it is said...
Instigator through portals, of many flames blue to red.
Punished by Zeus, his liver a feast for the birds,
Left alone and not heard, but actions are louder than words.

The epitome of honour, eternal pain to help men
Out of the fire came knowledge, progress, and then ..
Pandora opened a jar, out flew much evil and sin
From then women were shamed, the men would win.

The myth's still alive, like the gods - they don't die
Through mortals who saught to, report this and thrive
Prometheus was rescued, from the birds and the pain,
Pandora's confused: is it right that she feels ashamed?