Plato Poetry

yeah, that's how i spend my Friday nights. Bit of poetry from my Philosophy class explain Plato's theory of the forms, personally a stupid irrevelant theory which isn't even approachable in todays world. But then again, this is a couple of years on. And i'm a sixteen year old teenager, does my opinion even count?

Deep under the surface in a crevice void of light

Stood a band of prisoners, rigid bound and tight.

Ignorant to the rising moon and setting of the sun,

Where  intelligence and humanity had been undone

Behind the captives cast a wall which hid a line of carriers

Walking with their objects, a flame between these barriers

The light spat a projection of these items unto the rocky cave

Which ghostly pictures taught them how to speak, act, behave.

Thus they learnt the words of the shadows, full of disguise

Till the last of the band finally broke free from their ties.

 Forced into the brightness, wincing in pain, did he learn

The beauty, true depth of a world, beyond the fires burn.

Overwhelmed with the knowledge compared to what he had been

He felt compelled to return and explain what he had seen

But back in the darkness they just couldn’t comprehend

A place which above their shadows did life transcend.

So did he cry out as the lynchers began to swarm

‘Look beyond what is physical; this is the ‘form’.