“My God, up in the clouds with the angels and cherubs
Shower me with gold so that in poverty I can esape
Though I don’t sweat at all, grant me the wealth I deserve
In nothingness I suffer, in emptiness I weep all day
Am I equal to my brothers, you owe me what they have?
My desire is for greatness only to stroll empty-handed
Where is justice, my Lord when others have it all?
Lend me the titan’s strength so I can crush my foes
Breaking their bones for their lives are meaningless
God please listen to my pleas and answer me!”
God always listen and to the fool He answered:
“My child, above the clouds I behold you on earth
Please take note there’s no gold factory in heaven
Material wealth is gained by ceasing opportunities
Yet, what matters most is what’s within your heart
You and your brothers are created in my image
My child use the talents I gave you and excel
I, your God is just and my blessings are for all
Oh, my child! Have courage, be humble and forgive
Don’t be a demigod, cherished all my creations!
I, your God always listen. How about you, my child?”