Abandoned midst the reeds
Placed in an orphanage of bulrushes
It’s after whom
A nation rallies
Much unlike other babies
From the annals of biology.

The stone
That the builders refused……
The sprouting bud
That was left unattended
Flourishes to be the big tree
Offering a shade in the desert
To all humanity for free.

Once suckling
From the tip of a gutter
Unaware there exists
The tit of a maternal mother
Is the undisputed winner
Whom many regarded as a loser
Not really aware
He was another Moses.

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