it's getting late

it's getting late

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

it's getting late

 

 

little hands wash

their faces

just before the mirror shatters

and the smiles are blown off

 

it's an almost another day

in a country where children

become adults at five or six years old

life expectancy nine

 

the lucky ones will think back some day

Wonder why the gluttony for power

is a meal some never finish

pieces of bodies for dessert

 

some guests never know when to leave.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/29/23

© 2023 jacob erin-cilberto


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I'm reminded of Revelations: When you see the abomination of desolation standing where it ought not be.
It ought not be children, that much I am sure. The rest, unfortunately, is opium.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, it ought not be.
thank you, Winston,
j.
It's really getting bad when you read something in the morning paper about a mass shooting a couple of months back and can't recall it because there have been so many others since then. Kids today would not believe there was a time when drills consisted of sheltering beneath a school desk to protect oneself against a nuclear attack.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Yes, those drills...the threat of nuclear attack...
you remember, I remember.
j.
Precious moments captured with dirt. Conflicted movements. The youth pay the price.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

thank you, duff...yes, they are doing that.
A war zone. Could be Ukraine, could be similar elsewhere. Little children suffer and die because brutes invade other countries. Childhood is cut short. A tragedy of immense proportion. Life expectancy nine years for a child? Beggars belief. A hard hitting write J.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

yes, and even in other countries...today's youth just don't get to be kids...they have to grow up wa.. read more
Ukraine came to my mind as I read this. Children not being able to be children for long. A thoughful poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

so many shortened lives...
thank you, Shelley,
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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