Traipsing through the mud
So nice to feel like a kid
Hope no one sees me
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Traipsing through the mud
So nice to feel like a kid
Hope no one sees me
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Tin cup in his hand
Begging for change in the rain
Hoping to survive
Tens of thousands of dollars
Spent to sit on the fifty
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The heavens opened
And tears fell in a deluge
Drowning out the sun.
Show me we deserve its warmth,
The joy we get from its light.
There is so much wrong
And none of it is our fault,
Or so we believe.
Climate change, its natural;
Pollution, blame the Chinese.
Procrastination,
Our answer for everything,
How terribly sad.
“It can wait ‘til tomorrow”;
Is our national motto.
Yes, heaven opened,
Its tears fell as acid rain,
But it’s not our fault.
Leave it all for the children,
We’ll be gone soon anyway.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Songs of the morning
Coming from the trees and fields
The innocent rise
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drink the frigid morn
Feel your body come alive
With each vivid breath
This, the invisible force
Visible to be honored
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heartbeat’s rhythmic call
In search of it’s one true love
Defying logic
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The touch of your hand
Soft skin on my stubbled cheek
Tells me you love me
I try to speak but I’m mute
Our silence says all we need
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The reign of mankind
Trustees of all living things
Seems like a mistake
When we won’t protect our own
How can we be entrusted
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Vultures every one, they pluck at the carcass.
Oh yes, it is dead and has been for some time,
But they choose to masquerade it in lively rhetoric.
Speaking not of how they will resuscitate the corpse
They prefer to spew bile at those they accuse of murdering it.
Solving nothing, they offer up a civics lesson as hope,
A promise of a return to days long gone by.
They know this can never be,
That we should never return to the cesspool of the past that got us here,
Still they desire with a selfish heart, to thrust this upon us.
No longer a land, by the people, of the people, for the people,
We have devolved into a country of the corporation,
By the corporation, for the corporation.
Our politicians, beholden to these behemoths disregard the people,
Believing their constituents too inept to notice.
Sadly, our elections show they are too often right.
Seats of government are filled with crazies, radicals and thieves
Looking to promote their own self-interests,
Their own delusional ideals,
The interests of those that bought their loyalty.
Their records show nothing but opposition to the other side,
No compromise, no debate, just blatant obstruction,
This they do, all the while claiming to be patriots and waving their tattered flags.
Perhaps we are as much to blame for this violent death as they.
Each vote cast inflicts another gangrenous wound on this once vibrant body.
I fear it too late for meaningful change.
Our young prefer social media and video games to interest in things political.
What the future holds is anyones guess,
But with crystal ball in hand I foretell a funeral, the body in shrouds,
No taps being played, no mourners present to pay their last respects,
They can’t because they are too busy texting and watching youtube to notice.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Heaven’s eye opens
Waking all things in its charge
Welcoming sunrise
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~