In Plato's cave the poppies grow <br />Enchantingly, it seems: <br />A soothing, soporific show <br />Of mesmerizing dreams. <br /> <br />In Plato's cave the roosters crow <br />And proudly call the sun. <br />They preen and strut and claim to know <br />Its fiery light, each one. <br /> <br />The poppies grow, the roosters crow, <br />Though shadows on a rock. <br />We call our home, this world below, <br />The Cave of Poppycock.<br /><br />Edward A. Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/plato-s-cave-5/
