Where Is Justice? Poem by Abdul Wahab

In another time in another kingdom
We were three brothers all died
The first one was very pious
And went straight to paradise,
I was a man full of sin and
God pushed me into a big Hell.
The third one was very young
So he was neither virtuous or vice
And he was put in a neutral place
But alas! In the after world
There is no such kind of things at all
I invited him to stay with me in hell
But all the angels opposed me
As he was not a sinful at all
The eldest one called him, too
But he was opposed by the angels again
As the boy was neither a virtuous one.
My youngest brother started crying
And bitterly complained to God:
Why he was not given time to be matured
And to be eventually virtuous,
In answering him God said:
I knew you would be a thief
And I took pity on you and saved you
From the cruel fire of hell
Then I stood and asked Him
When he knew I was not going to be pious
Then why did He not give me death
When I too was too young? Where is justice?