Prophets have honor all over the Earth,
Except in the village where they were born,
Where such as knew the boys from birth
Naturally hold them in scorn.
When prophets are naughty and young and vain,
They make a wonderful grievence of it;
(You can see by their writings how they complain),
But oh, it's wonderfulgood for the prophet!
There's nothing Nineveh Town can give
(Nor being swallowed by whales between),
Makes up for the place where a man's folks live,
Which don't care nothing what he has been.
He might a been that, or he might a been this,
But they love and they hate him for what he is.
Author notes
Another great poem from Rudyard Kipling, author of the "Jungle Book".
Comments
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Excellent. You're right. This guy is an excellent writer.
♥ TQOP
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