Moments or two after drinking the hemlock
I stare at his lecherous gaze
Pondering back through the decades and centuries
Follow his wretched ways
Echoes resounding the madness and suffering
On his procrustean bed
Words of the petty Athenian counselors resounding
Off with his head!
All there wasted and gone
All for philosophy's son
Mission to Delos preparing for sacrifice
Far from the prisoner's cell
Seconds before all the echoes of tragedy
Freed from Minotaur's spell
Ignorant jurors condemn the philosopher-king
For his arrogant ways
Shackles are lifted, a cock to Asclepius
Ending his wretched days
Moments or two after drinking the hemlock
I stare at his lecherous gaze
Crowning achievement of decadent centuries
Followed his wretched ways
Echoes resounding the madness and suffering
Upon his procrustean bed
Mongoloid virtues of indolent citizens
Sounding Off with his head!