The facts, so ominous

The barren fig tree,God has struck and killed
For procreation is his holy will
Those who fail will suffer all the more
When at the gate of heaven he slams the door.
While those with offspring  grow and pay no bill
Barren woman stand beside the till
Or see their innards ground up in the mill
God has struck
Yet is God cruel like Nature and its drill?
The predator  can prey  and eat his fill
The facts, so ominous, we may ignore
Yet  in a holy book, there is our score
Far away, too far is that green hill
God has struck.