Classic Poem

The whine of the weak to God on high arose:
" Hast thou made all things, O Lord, for the Great, our foes?
Behold, how under the Strong our ranks are hurled!
Tell us, O Lord, for whom mad'st Thou Thy world? "

And the Ancient of Days looked down on the cripple throng,
And answered, " I made my world for the Great and Strong! "

The rage of the Great arose to God on high:
" We are baffled by Cowards that twist our schemes awry!
We are dragged to earth by the Weaklings everywhere! "
For whom mad'st Thou Thy world, O God, declare! "

And the Lord replied from his lofty place apart,
" I made my world for the Weak and Faint-of-Heart! "