Aristotle hail from Stagira? Did he live there any day?
Ravaging Stagira's a great blunder and a folly monumental,
Sure it's a crime worse than the worst to think of it to day,
A grievous wrong to that scholar of fame intercontinental.
"Will not the world brand me ingrate? And gods hurl curses at me.
How to atone this? Who'll still my conscience, tell me, o tell me ?
Bewailed thus king Philip, knowing that Aristotle's native town
Was destroyed in his digvijaya yatra and people left that town.
Poor Stagira tasted the royal wrath and was razed like any other,
When he marched with steel in one hand and torch in the other.
Along with millions of innocent and inanimate of those countries
It fell to satiate his appetite for conquest of alien countries.
Outflow the order, and went with it royal machinery into action
When the council advised rebuilding it as an act of atonement
With gigantic plans and stupendous work it reached perfection
And became a cynosure of perennial craze for permanent settlement.