Would you die to do what's right?
Forgo the flighty deed of night:
Tell Crito to let you be,
Left to immortality.
Corrupting youth you disavow,
Refuse to take the asked kowtow.
Recall the statesmen, bards, and wrights:
The ones you asked of wrongs and rights.
You heard from where you 'know thyself'
Rumors of your wisdom's wealth.
You doubted this and went to find
Anyone with wiser mind.
You searched throughout the sleeping city
Til Miletus before committee
Brought the tail upon the fly,
With your dream of when you'll die.
You served the gods until the end,
Strangely done by quest'ning them.
Despite your praising of the gods,
Condemned to death by thirty nods.
Your body dies, your limbs go numb,
But mind is free in conium.