Remembering SocratesA Poem by Holly Soques
A poem dedicated to the great lover of truth, who ultimately became a martyr on his undeniable quest to spread that love.
In the Athens of long ago,
there was this man we now all know
by the name of Socrates, founding father
of philosophical enquiry against which we now measure.
The Socrates of a religion
before Christianity happened to occasion
known only through the Dialogues
of Plato, meaning 'broad', his best student with the fastest cogs.
His religion was this:
the quest for truth, now remiss
in today's world more so even than Athens
of old, Hellenic times at least encouraging the non-maidens
to pursue knowledge in whatever way was best
for themselves alone, no conditions, nor ulterior motives constantly to be guessed.
How admirable, how heroic indeed
was his trial, though defence permitted few to heed
the truth of his words, the enlightened mind
obvious in every conviction led by his 'guiding spirit' as we find
none more persistent, this gadfly
set on his divine mission to unsettle, annoy, and sting without a sigh
for his life's meaning was found
in this, his journey that started at the Oracle of Delphi, then ended without a sound.
A sound of protest he did not make
for his honour and conscience he took more valuable than life for its own sake.
Anytus, Meletus and co. had gotten their wish
whilst Plato amongst others wept as the Hemlock dish
was swifly downed by Socrates, unafraid
of death, curious more than might have been said
to see what came after, if truth
would finally be revealed, as the prophet forsooth.
And in the Athens of long ago,
there befell a woe
still felt even now.
© 2012 Holly Soques
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