He stood there,
His long hair hanging around his face,
His beard laying upon his breast.
A long white robe covered him,
Hanging from his shoulders
To the ground.
He professed that love meant all,
Love for everybody.
It was in his soul,
It was in his words.
Those who believe
Say he was the son of god,
But to my new found focus
He was not,
To me he was
The First Hippie,
Bringing love,
Not war,
To all.