Accusations passing

 In Athens' court, where shadows loom,

Meletus stood, with righteous boom.

He pointed fingers, cast the blame,

At Socrates, the gadfly's name.

"This man," he cried, "corrupts our youth,

With questions sharp and bitter truth.

He mocks the gods, defies our ways,

In Athens' streets, he sows dismay."

The jury swayed by Meletus' plea,

Condemned the sage to drink the tea.

With hemlock's poison, Socrates fell,

And Meletus thought he'd done so well.

Yet time's a judge more just and wise,

It sees through pride and righteous cries.

Meletus fades in history's scroll,

While Socrates, immortal, whole.

For though the finger pointed fast,

It's Socrates who'll ever last.

His wisdom echoes through the age,

A martyr on life's grand stage.

Boundaries of Identity

 In the shadowed corners of the mind, 

Where boundaries whisper, unseen, confined, 

We trace the lines that carve our fate, 

In the silence, we contemplate.

Personal walls, a fortress built, 

To guard the heart, to mask the guilt, 

In the quiet, we find our voice, 

In the darkness, we make our choice.

Cultural threads, a tangled weave, 

Inheritances we cannot leave, 

In the mirror, we see the past, 

In the present, we are cast.

Geography's embrace, a cold, hard land, 

Mountains, rivers, where we stand, 

In the earth, we plant our roots, 

In the soil, we find our truths.

Social lines that bind and break, 

In the dance of life, we ache, 

Class, gender, race, a cruel divide, 

In these boundaries, we confide.

Monied tides that rise and fall, 

Shaping dreams, both grand and small, 

In the struggle, we find our strength, 

In the hardship, we go to any length.

Education's light, a distant star, 

Guiding us, though we are far, 

In the halls of knowledge, we seek, 

In the pursuit, we are unique.

Legal codes that bind our hands, 

In justice's name, we make our stands, 

In the balance of right and wrong, 

In the silence, we belong.

Technology's reach, a cold embrace, 

Connecting hearts, a digital space, 

In the screen, we find our place, 

In the void, we leave a trace.

Temporal winds that shift and sway, 

Through the ages, night and day, 

In the passage of time, we grow, 

In the shadows, we come to know.

Fools Folly