But he was aware that anything he said
Might well mean he was censored
He might offend a ruler, or the masses
By words
Truth was a fire inside, it burned
And when he was exiled for words
A concept of thought, so absurd
He knew
He was sent far away
To contemplate his errors
And was never allowed to return
"'Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit'
'The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report.'
Ovid
