Catholic during the Great Apostasy

I look and I see the blood of the children of Volhynia,
the elderly, the women, all the Poles, Russians, and Jews.
The only thing that mattered was that they were defenseless.
Axes, knives, and scythes — blessed by the priest.
A genocide whose cruelty defies description.
The banners of Ukrainian murderers now wave across Europe.

The world supports a Nazi regime.
This is not about Russia.
The world needs war,
to fasten the muzzles.
The chains must tighten.
Slaves of lies need the whip.
Awaken, O man!
Sometimes someone cries out in despair.
Millions of unborn victims,
millions of war victims.
People will not awaken —
they will perish in the slavery of their own beliefs.
Do not weep, O soul, over the madness around.
Hope is in God,
while sorrow and despair dwell in the ideas of man.
I kneel in an empty chamber,
watching as the last people perish.
I cry out in the desert, but the people do not hear me.
The time of death is not the time of freedom,
and only hope remains to us.

Arkadiusz Niewolski