Let it be

As in pure light I basked

An angel came to me

and of him I asked

Why so much pain do I see?

I saw a man with the pox suffering

Cure him I said and the angel replied

three wishes I grant your world buffering

cured, but without acquired immunity he died

In the street a freezing beggar so poor

I did implore give him all he needs

so he was given much more

Which he spent on wicked deeds

A discarded baby on a heap of dying

My arms reached out but my eyes identified

there on a pile of broken humanity lying

infant Hitler and his future genocide

You can't see how, but life is a test

The angel said flying away

all things happen for the best

Watch out for what you pray