Men and Words
Abraham, born a man.
Yahushua, died the same.
Gautama, distant land,
The Krisha, eastern fame.
Muhammad, late he came.
These prophets of humble clay
Died, but left immortal words.
Some taught how and where to pray,
Others left golden questions.
The followers of each have said:
“He is the best, also the last!”
Woe to them, for the Word needs no man.
The future is now, and there is no past.
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