Beauty Without Brain

And I looked at the north
And I behold beauty with brain
And I reckoned persecute her not

And I shift to the south
And I behold beauty without brain
And I reckoned persuade this one

And I looked at the risen sun
And I behold beauty with humor
And I reckoned treasure this one

And I run to the west
And I embraced fineness
And I reckoned go after her

The central was lost in the middle of all
For my radar is moving square shape like
And my head above the edge I think not

© John Chinaka Onyeche