The Profit

He wears a woolen hat as his halo A multi coloured sleeping bag his coat. He sits upon a concrete throne Staring up at passing folk. Yet his cloak of poverty hides him clearly from their view. While others see him as something they have picked up on their shoe. But he’s a real person,Just like you and me he as great knowledge from his teachers,Of what history as to teach. yet lacks the killer instinct as profit is all that really counts and success is only measured by what money in your wallet,and not the goodness in your soul. Could that man sat on the pavement with an heart that’s truly pure be the only prophet this world should be looking for.