God bless those who stop the wars..
God bless those left in charge...
Even the lowly Private or even the Majored Sarge.
God bless those that cure many of our fatal diseases...
God bless those that reflect and want to impress and please us.
God blesses those Companies that creates our jobs...
God blesses the well to do and even all the poor old slobs.
God even loves and blesses the know-it-all-snobs.
That is God's dutied of task's, Those are His jobs.
That we constantly have asked and ask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem