Monday's Poem: Little Black Hat

Little Black Hat
By J. Vaughn

A scholarly man, practically fair, sough divinity in the matter of his hair.

The little black cap upon his head wasn’t enough is what his friends said

It’s a ritual, a symbol of sorts, I wear it to show my god I stand in his court

Is there a god they all seemed to ask, and if so what duties come with this task

Thoughtfully contemplating what he would say, finally he answered them in his way

Love your neighbor, love yourself, find the center of your spiritual self

God is not cruel, nor is he mean, his son was sacrificed for all these things

What he wants is not your praise, he wants for peace on earth everyday

But in the matter of my hair I guess he decided my head is better off bare.



J. Vaughn enjoys writing both poetry and short stories that incite people to think beyond what they see and feel. He opposes both the war and the many layers of bureaucracy which ensnare our government during catastrophic events, leaving more problems than solutions. To see more of his work, go to: http://www.sffworld.com/community/stories/v.html