The last poem written by Saint John Jacob the Hozebite, at 15th of July 1960

THE WIND OF DESOLATION
(The heavenly wrath)

1
And again on battlefields, blood again,
Again the noise, of the wars
Once more unending, storm of tears.
The tide is high, the need – it soars!

2
When poor world wiped
On cheeks its tears,
Another sudden tide
Of sorrows, the world is pierced.

3
Again the widows will be crying
Along with old men – poor,
And children will be left alone,
In thousands orphans score.

4
Cities will be emptied
And so many will be slaves,
In that place of worldly songs
Bullets will go hit in waves.

5
And instead of spoiling
And of luxury astray,
Fight will reign from now, on earth,
And the quake will be gun play.

6
That the ones of bustling habits,
Walking naked with no shame,
Will be forced to walk uncovered,
As we’re poor, they will exclaim!

7
When the malice keeps on growing,
God is sickened, one can say.
That is why the world is cracking
And the wars don’t go away.