Sonnet- Yet, God Is Just

Oh God, must human heads bear such big loads? Should napes of Oxen take such heavy yoke? Yet, everywhere, abound such human toads! White-collared-criminals, smooth-tongued, who smoke. Oh God, what ignominy men suffer? What weather-beaten faces live on earth? What roughened hands result from hard labor? How many get orphaned ever since birth? 0 God, how poverty invites deceit? How fate decides a life unfortunate? The world believes in pomp and show /conceit; Nevertheless, aren't we fortunate? Yet, God is just and kind to all earthlings, Takes care of, loves the least of His beings.