Poetic-Verses

THE HEAD OF STONE

So hard was it, it had a zone
Where all disobedience did hide
A black head heavy as a weight
Of palm fruits still fixed in the shelves
Hard, it was heavy for the heart
That had to carry it about
It had no obligation than
To fight its maker oftener
A black head of a size of deck
Of deckings hardened, wretched pens
With ideas other than to take
At least one thought of God in there.