Frank Black Blacharczyk Poet Free verse

And the Drumming Gets Louder

unquestioning faith
propaganda sweet like candy
follow me says the lie
Cemeteries buried with good intentions
 
And the Drumming Gets Louder

Knowledge is taught wisdom is not
The sweet taste of candy turns sour
When God is played like a juke box
But He can't be bought many have tried

And the Drumming Gets Louder

I wonder why for power
For the history books and a statue
I sigh and then I cry
so I can laugh at the lie
and I wonder why so many 
follow me says the lie

Yet the drumming gets louder and louder
When God is played like a juke box 
He can’t be bought many have tried

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Kim Rodrigues March 28, 2025 at 6:35 AM and I wonder why so many follow me says the lie… Yet the drumming gets louder and louder When God is played like a juke box but He can’t be bought many have tried…well said, Frank!