The 'Good Salesmen'

 Hide yourself from the ‘Good Salesmen’

 As they come around at twilight; 

 They found your human scent in the wind  

When the day cooled down to night,     

 Covered over with smiling faces, and

Coyly disguised as angels without wings

They know you by name and all your secrets

 Appearing pure as light to your mortal vision,

Run away from the ‘Good Salesmen’

  Speaking words about a heavy love, with

 The blood of the so called ‘unbelievers’

 Dripping off their fingers   

Cover your ears and shout hallelujahs to them  

 Never listen to their so called ‘final warning’             

Go and tell your bedtime stories to the waiting children

Hide yourself from the ‘Good Salesmen’

Wrap your thoughts in warm hopes of tomorrows