Nothing To Sell
They thought it strange he wanted to love others
They thought it out of character. What is he up to? What is he covering up?
Beyond expectation, his transformation, an aberration?
What was left behind is too high a price to buy what he was trying to sell...surely.
Joy replaced the fun of revenge
Peace in his mind replaced the stench
Of wanting to avenge
the injustice done to him, by the world.
Their laughing conjoined with their anger
Came from the threat of his conviction, his revolution
Of thought
Of life
Of peace
Of joy
Of wisdom
Of grace
Of truth and honesty, an integrity that flowed; not worked. That is the magic.
He didn’t want to join in any more of
their thought
Their life bereft of beauty and reality
Their destruction of self.
He rested from overpersuading them that
He had nothing to sell.
It’s not what you were, but who you can see
It’s not what you do, but who you can be.
In opposite land
Where zeitgeist is sand
where culture and reality collide,
When trends are a sham
And truth is banned
There’s release in becoming a child.
He hit the target of who he really is.
Copyright © Peter Hall | Year Posted 2023
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