Socrates was offered retreat,

He refused to escape the hemlock

He said he was old and would not leave his city

That city of condemnation and sorrow

He would not defy its laws, its swirling body politic

Desperate to regain its feet

Fumbling and striking back


At what


This secular saint

This giant of philosophy

This man that gently embraced his dying moments

Discussing the search for truth with the great minds

Of his friends?


There is a time when we must speak up

The timid and the wary

Though the wolves of prejudice might lurk

And the knock on the door might come

There is a time and place when we must speak up

For Truth