The Sophist

2016-03-29 12:00 am

A Ballad of the Soft Sophist;
When trying to scream,
They said 'oh, stop this!
Stop the sophist speaking free.
Sophist softly speak to me.
And make me pay,
And teach me duly,
And teach me how to write so bluesy!'

Sophist took their time instead,
Folding shapes from paper heads.
Writers spending days in bed;
Dazed and gazing at their pens.
At night they sleep and then they start again.

A ballad often spoke softest;
When the sophists screamed,
They said 'oh, stop this;
Education should be free.
Sophist slowly speak to me.
In loving way,
In budding grace,
In virtue is the value based.