Masese

Masese, the marketer, sharp and slick,

His words like arrows, targets to pick.

Sales were his game, numbers his score,

But a nagging doubt lingered, a feeling of more.

The quotas he chased, the deals he secured,

A hollow success, a hunger uncured.

For Masese, the man, with a heart underneath,

Sensed a yearning for purpose, beyond profit's teeth.

One day, a campaign, a brand with a cause,

To heal a community, defying the laws

Of just selling a product, a mere fleeting trend,

But a chance to uplift, a helping hand to lend.

Masese's voice, once hawking and keen,

Now spoke of compassion, a message unseen.

The numbers climbed high, but a warmth filled his chest,

For marketing with kindness, he put it to the test.

And Masese realized, with a newfound glee,

That good deeds and commerce could harmoniously be.

The targets he met, with a conscience so clear,

A marketer transformed, his purpose held dear.