Thursday, August 9, 2018
Exiled
To be banished from one's union
And disgraced from communion,
To be consigned to desolation
Forever confined to isolation.
Poor Napoleon was expelled to an isle,
Chaperoned in complete denial,
There on Elba, he reached anarchy,
Constrained in a silent hierarchy.
Upon an atoll in isolation,
An epic named, Revelation,
Written in brilliant pathos,
By the great seer, John of Patmos.
Dante was reputed as the greatest to clasp a pen,
His Divine Comedy lives again,
During his last twenty years, fifty moons shone in exile,
Before his death, his masterpiece was compiled.
O Aristotle who deceived philosophy,
Mocked Socrates and marveled at Plato's hypocrisy,
Tutored the Great Alexander as pillars clocked,
The fable fell upon Chalcis but chose instead hemlock.
To be banished from one's union,
And disgraced from communion,
To be consigned to desolation,
Forever confined to isolation.
By John Hardesty
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