Warmth of early spring
Rekindles past imprudence
The joys of our youth
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I wrote this poem some time ago about our governments handling of education. I continuously hear from both sides of the aisle that in order to strengthen our nation, we need to invest in our children’s educations. Well, I’m sure that I am not alone in voicing disgust with our elected officials. In every budget discussion, you will hear them crying to reduce funding for public education. I’m sorry, but you can not invest in education while cutting its funding, it does not work. There are many, especially on the right, that would like to see public education destroyed in favor of privatization (if they had their way everything would be privatized), but myself, my parents and their parents before them as an example, all are/were products of a public education and have done quite well for themselves just as many of you probably have. This piece is my way of voicing my frustration with our system of partisan politics using a farming analogy.
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Crops lays abandoned,
Overrun with the sprawl of weeds.
The young ripe for the picking,
Left to rot in the noonday sun.
Government touts the virtue of our crops,
Pleading for us to do more,
While refusing to help cultivate.
“It’s just too expensive.”,
Saying we need to invest more,
As they chop, chop, chop,
Down the ivory halls.
Instead we placate our appetites,
Feasting on imported produce from distant shores.
Why do we not sow our own?
The seeds lay before us,
Waiting for the planting.
All the while, seasons come and go,
Leaving sun swept earth,
Arid and untended.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Led by a despot
Innocent blood stains the streets
Cries for help ignored
Are the lives lost all for naught
Genocide begs a response
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If not us then who
Each passing day brings more death
More graves to be dug
More mothers weeping their loss
The regime must abdicate
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Living this stage show
Scripted as Heaven or Hell
So Shakespearean
At times its a comedy
At others a tragedy
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Walk alone with me
On these streets I’ve paved with gold
Take my outstretched hand
Offered as a sign of love
And a bond never broken
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Soulfully embrace
The laughter of your children
For innocence fades
Replaced by cynicism
And angst in adolescence
If left to fester
Cherish the inner child
Promote it’s beauty
This will lead to a full life
Filled with joyful abundance
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What happened to spring
Window panes covered in frost
Melt in summer’s heat
Global warming is a myth
When profit is your motive
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I do not pretend, to know the truth,
Anymore than you…or the sun…or the moon,
Proving nothing short of ignorance otherwise.
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What I do know, is that death is inevitable;
Whether life be a second, a minute or decades,
Of this I am certain.
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Just as I am certain of my origin;
Beyond progeny…beyond paternity,
My essence existed before that of this earthly vessel,
And will certainly continue beyond it’s worldly demise,
Our human science has assured.
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I am, however steeped in uncertainty,
Uncertain of what lay in wait after this finite adventure.
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Will I be swallowed by consuming blackness,
Drifting endlessly…disjointedly into nothingness?
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Will I be welcomed at Heaven’s pearled gates,
Greeted with open arms into a paradise?
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Maybe Hell hath set it’s sights on my mortal soul,
Repaying me for the sinful life I’ve led?
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Or will my soul join with others
To live once again,
In the vessel of another of the newly-born?
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These all, are questions of faith,
Your faith…my faith,
Questions for which I have no answers.
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After a lifetime of curious inquiry,
I hold no greater insight into the afterlife,
Than were so endowed in me at my birth.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~