Sonnet: Let God Have His Ways!

If things don’t happen in the ways they should, And plead I did for justice umptine times, Why should I for the clumsiness then brood? Instead of dinars, they give me just dimes! Why should I care when I am not to blame! My honest work will prove its worth someday; My ‘bosses’ have no conscience or shame; The files are made to look unfit their way! But am I eager for my promotion From hearts of stone and unfair, unjust hands? Their words are like a poisonous potion, Inviting me to join clandestine bands! God will do things for me in His own way; I ought to be most patient till that day.