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