Whose Fate? Poem by Jacob macharia

Only the strong hands hold,
The firm legs stand,
The complex body survive,
The might dwell and exist,
While the weak get ashamed.

But who but the Lord,
To exalt or put disgrace,
To whichever being,
Who by nature's choice,
Vows to persist.

The meek though belittled,
While none dare comply,
With their undue situations,
Ever gets the gain,
As their deeds follow them.

Why then lose hope,
While life's gifts shine brightly,
Why is it that man for himself,
And God for as all?
And then nature gives its fate.