Murderer Nature

Oh Nature, what kind of mother are you?
Me thinks you are cruel and unfair!
In others you impart loads of talents, in others a few!
About others you care more, about others you hardly care!
Nature, you are more of a murderer than a mother:
Your favourites, when ripe old, you pluck;
Your least favourites in their pods you smother,
Or you curse them with long life devoid of luck!
Your favourites boast of intelligence, beauty and all.
Your least favourites suffer of intelligence e.t.c a dearth.
Gave you them life so you could treat them so?
Just why brought you them on this vile earth?
     Had I the power to counter-curse,
      I could for what you have done to my face!!