Rising from the Grave

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Contributor: Richard Schnap

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My father once told me
That he believed I was going
To join a cult

He turned out to be right
For I passed through many
Over the years

The one with the uniform
Of faded blue jeans
And tie dyed shirts

The one where everybody
Wore black leather jackets
With matching pants

But as the days passed by
I grew tired of singing
Their dead anthems

So I learned a new one
Whose music and lyrics
Were mine alone

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Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.


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