There were four men
searching for truth.
They all knew
that sixteen hundred years before
Someone was asked
by a washing hands' man
to say its meaning.
One of them
is on the Tower of Pisa
which is still bending
since then
'cause he refused
to declare the earth is flat
to the clergy men
to the rappers of truth
Several miles away
another one is convicted
by other false truth holders
he has lost his wife
he's lost his goods
he's lost his freedom
and he's Lost Paradise
And Torquato
has been serving
for seven years through
in a madhouse
for his poetry was full of truth.
The fourth man lies
straight and tall
in the middle of a square
where his unfortunate harsh
took the place of the flowers
He seems to warn the passing-bys:
"Please, mind the truth!"
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Author:
Albix (
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Comments2
A tribute to four in poetic form nicely done
Thank you Sorenbarrett!
You are most welcome
That is a very nice poetic tribute, enjoyed the read
Thanks very much PL!
You are very welcome
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