He could send torrents
in the desert;
turn night
into day;
yield meat
without treasury
But only those afar
treasured these gifts
Because he was a prophet
Far beyond his years
he would utter wisdom
But they would not
drink from his well
Because he was a prophet
And prophets
are without honour
where they come from.
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