Abandoned midst the reeds
Placed in an orphanage of bulrushes
Its 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 looser
Not really aware
He was another Moses.
This poem is inspired by the story of Moses in the Bible who was brought up in pharaoh's home like an adopted child but whom God chose to lead his nation out of slavery. The piece is meant to inspire the children who were abandoned in the streets, who grew up there, in an orphanage, with foster or adoptive parents.
All children are equally able before the eyes of God!
Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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