Sonnet To Thought Poem by Alexandro Johns

By will of gods died Socrates,
In Mesoamerica another god's man
Would have stabbed him with an obsidian dagger
Only to show the crowd his heart.

Thinking can lead people to gallows,
The bolt of social life is inviolable.
The heads who think are pomegranates that burst
Their red grains fall down over a ferocious ground.

Cheers to fenced life that manages to escape
Toward the single sky of human dimension
That profanes ideas and makes them fly at large.

The bold thinking is bread from an old wheat field,
It ignites suddenly touched by the rays
Of human beings that teach us to exist.