We Humans Are Thrown Ever

We Humans Are thrown ever Here and there Buffeted in the winds of fate Molded in the hands of History. We Intelligent Deem and calculate That we Auto-determine all about Ourselves And brow beat history And outwit destiny But ah! my Monsignor Our intelligence be not infinite Though In our breasts and brain Infinity abides from birth Yet All that we deem All that we calculate Though shielded by high walls Built by us humans Yet History silent peers over those walls Yet History silent watches all our plans And knows in detail all our Arsenals: So We are taken back Only when At the Point of Destiny Where History and Destiny Unite At that point then We realize our fate We realize intelligently But then My Monsignor, it be too helpless And it be too late