the BandA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertothe 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-cilbertoReviews
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16 Reviews Added on November 27, 2022 Last Updated on November 27, 2022 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally 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..Writing
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