3:00 A.M.

The tiny, TINY, earth is asleep,
Yet there are those that still weep.
What can we do to alleviate their pain?
"Nothing, nothing", cried the wisest man.
They can cry to Almighty God In Heaven,
Relief they find, only from This Perfect Maven.
No earthly compensation Will Arrive,
just the thing, these poor creatures strive.
But in His Quietess, and Highest Wisdom,
He Has Set Up Fortunes In His Kingdom.
For when these that suffer eventually move on,
Up in Elysium, they Receive Glory and Full Pension.