THE PROPHET — Verse I]
(Masculine vocal)
Socrates drank the hemlock in four-ninety-nine
His crime — that he taught the young to question what they're told
The state that could not answer chose the cup instead of argument
And philosophy learned early what it meant to be too bold
Hypatia was torn apart by monks in Alexandria
Her crime — mathematics, astronomy, the mind unbound by faith
The bishop Cyril organized the mob that came for her at sunset
And called the burning of a woman scholarship erased
Giordano Bruno held that space was infinite, that other suns had planets
The Inquisition held him for eight years before the pyre
He would not recant — that other worlds might harbor other life
And so they burned him in the Campo de' Fiori
Samigina speaks for those who died inside the space between
The knowing and the moment that the knowing costs your life
He speaks in the shape of a small horse — small enough to enter
The places where the powerful have buried truth in strife
The souls who died for what they knew still speak
Their voices run beneath the current of the sanctioned text
Samigina teaches what the institutions burned
The liberal arts are not a curriculum — they are a test
Can you hold a thought the empire has condemned?
Can you read the names they struck from the record?
The small horse carries more than you can fathom
The dead have more to teach than you've been offered
Wilhelm Reich was arrested and his books were burned in nineteen fifty-six
His crime — a theory of embodied energy the state called fraud
The FDA destroyed his laboratory and his archives
And he died inside a federal prison — forgotten — ignored
Andrew Wakefield's data may have been entirely wrong
But the campaign to destroy him went beyond the science
Pharmaceutical advertising filled the journals that condemned him
And no one asked whose hands were holding both the pen and the silence
The academics who opposed the HAARP program lost their grants
The economists who predicted two thousand eight lost their positions
The climatologists who called for action in the nineteen eighties
Were reassigned or ridiculed until their predictions
Came true — and then the institutions claimed they always knew
The soul who died in knowledge is the uncomfortable kind
Samigina does not vindicate — he simply will not let them rest
He keeps the voice alive inside the place they thought was blind
The souls who died for what they knew still speak
Their voices run beneath the current of the sanctioned text
Samigina teaches what the institutions burned
The liberal arts are not a curriculum — they are a test
Can you hold a thought the empire has condemned?
Can you read the names they struck from the record?
The small horse carries more than you can fathom
The dead have more to teach than you've been offered
I carry the voices of the ones they could not fully silence
Hypatia still calculates beneath the martyred square
Bruno's infinite cosmos is confirmed in every telescope
The truth the
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