Four men in search of the truth

There were four men searching for truth They all knew that sixteen hundred years before Someone was asked by a washing hands' man to say what was the truth. One of them is on the tower of Pisa which is still bending since then 'cause he refused to declare the earth is flat to the clergy men to the rappers of truth Several miles away another one is convicted by other false truth holders he has lost his wife he's lost his goods he's lost his freedom and he's Lost Paradise And Torquato has been serving for seven years through in a madhouse for his poetry was full of truth. The fourth man lies straight and tall in the middle of a square where his unfortunate harsh took the place of the flowers He seems to warn the passing-bys: "Please, mind the truth!"