He comes when he comes

That is a new poem Written by Aldo Kraas

He comes when he comes

To deliver babies from

Single mothers

And he is busy right now

With the single mothers

Also, he is our father

Sick people I hope

You will be next on

My father’s list

Because you have been

Suffering now with a chronic

Disease for a long time

Also, you are fighting

This battle alone

And you are also scared

To die

And I also don’t blame you

Sick people

Yes people I know that

You wished that you

Disease would go into

Remission

Tomorrow my father

Will baptize

Some babies

From parents

With the holy water

We also hope that

The babies will not cray

Poor people, you are next

On my father’s list

He will come and also

Feed you because

You all have been starving

For a long time now

And that is not right

The rich people avoid you

And they don’t share a meal

With you

Also, my father knows that

You all are dehydrated

Don’t worry poor people

My father will give you

A drink with your meal

Poor people for now

You can still be able to

Sleep in the street

Because it is Summertime

Also, poor people don’t forget

That Summer will end Soon

And once Fall comes

Your father will take you all

To a shelter

And there

You will live from

Fall through the Winter

Don’t you worry poor people

We will not let you die

In the street during Fall and Winter