They thought you had a speech problem, the Jews
It was only that you were not conversant in Hebrew
But you were not lost; you had your telling way
A broken Pharaoh sure did know how to have his say!
Why did you shatter their sacred golden calf
into many bits, a lot more than half?
Did you swear there could be no other than God?
The Ninead eternally persists, it is not a dead-odd!
Was the burning bush a mere bunch of fireflies?
Does the Supreme ever step in, or is it just lies?
Is there a supreme sacrifice for ungrateful humans, be it man or dragon?
Does the real saviour ever get a mention? Or is he just a beast of burden?
I thought I heard many a commandment. But how does truth ferment?
I think He speaks to me now and then. Can patience be counted as an event?
So many lives I have lived, like a timeless string of pearls
It is not mere conjecture, that the task was to save the world
The evil P always had me straitjacketed and besieged
The Supreme knew that I only adhered to, and did what he conceived
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