the Band

the Band

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

the Band
hapless, helpless, homeless
as hellaciously heartless heathens
profess such rabid faith
they foam prayers at the mouth
while concussed on hypocritical percussion
beating their own drums loudly
but not even hearing one quiet strum
of those below the stage
singing a song of desperation, starvation
expiration
we are all excommunicated before the last gospel
is read,
humanity is dead
in the water
even Jesus
refuses to walk upon.
erin-cilberto
11/25/22

© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto


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There’s an old saying one who cries the loudest not necessarily the one in pain. No one hears anymore the suffering , they rather turn up their own volume and hope it all goes away. The title had me thinking of the monkees “ listen to the band”. I thought I would squeeze that one in.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Hey Hey we're the Monkees and people say....but we're too Busy singing, to put anybody down.
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The United Nations listed certain Procedures as War Crimes in about 2005 as many of the Things that our Government has been doing the last two years or so… to our own Country… by destroying so much that our Country has fought for and many have Died for. I Rest my Case.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

I appreciate your very honest viewpoints, Pat,
j.
Men took the Devil job and poor Jesus is in Costa Rica by the sea Jacob. Men had broke Jesus heart.
"humanity is dead
in the water
even Jesus
refuses to walk upon"
I did like the above lines. Now we have nuts and fruitcakes running our world. Talking nuclear war. Powerful and amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your kind words, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome Jacob.
So powerful your words are.
It's so disturbing to see these band leaders emerging and the followings they amass.
Marching to their own war drums rather than songs of peace.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your words, Ciara,
j.
Those who pray the loudest, sin the mostest.
Indeed, they're so impossibly loud and foaming with prayers at their mouths. Their egos are insane and oblivious to all else. They have sullied the water so much, Jesus will find it unfit to walk upon. And if Jesus is giving up then there is no hope left for humanity.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you for your understanding words, DIVYA,
j.
Good morning J. and oh how true your words are. I love your phrase of: they foam prayers at the mouth
while concussed on hypocritical percussion. It's become a sad old world in many ways. (Sometimes I think we're working our way backwards.

Pauline.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

absolutely, Pauline...we seem to be.
thank you,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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