Maybe A Beggar Died In Petersburg Poem by Liza Sud

Maybe a beggar died in Petersburg,
While here on the board of ship we sail
For those homeless, whom we gave no food,
Forever we will burn in flame.

The ship is burning and the cabin
And horror to the soul has come.
People are left without haven,
But God a vengeance also found.

And bitterly has wept the homeless,
while sitting lonely on the beach.
And he did not believe on Volga
The benefactors float and rich.

And all of us are reading Bible
And watch the iconostasis
But never go to help each other
As if not saved by Jesus Christ.

This poor hungry little baby -
He suffered here for three years.
And as for rich and fattened zanies
Our Lord forever punished them.