Not Equal Made

One child Tuesday born
may know on some new day
Wednesday child’s scorn.

Richly, one child’s clothed;
one, naked on cold earth lain;
one honored well, one loathed.

To be or not to be, their fate.
The stage is set, the players on.
Which will love, which hate?

Please explain this curse to me,
why one is so precisely blessed
another so condemned to misery.

Please shed some honest light
so I can know the purpose of
the dark affliction in this Life!