I sell nothing

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Ahoy! The hustlers of this market that
                                           I have nothing
My shirt not mine and shoes don’t fit for
                                           I am nothing

Listen to the songs I am singing that
                                           I meant nothing
My words not mine and lips too tight for
                                           I said nothing

Lets bow to kneel and everyone pray that
                                           I believe nothing
My thoughts not mine and eyes shut tight for
                                           I see nothing

Ahoy! The hustlers of this market that
                                           I sell nothing
My goods not mine and my coins all gone for
                                           I profit nothing

















Q: What is the difference between the Haitian lad peddler and fancy suits of the Wall Street?

Q: What is the difference between the Haitian lad peddler and brave soldiers killing in far away lands?

Q: What is the difference between the Haitian lad peddler and father-less mother-less children eating TV-dinners?

Q: What is the difference between the Haitian lad peddler and worshippers in fancy buildings offering obeisance for their own Self?

A: Simple difference that the Haitian lad honestly poses for the camera, as he is and what he is and all that he is, while the rest of us wear the cloak of false-happiness living in someone else’s dream.



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