Touch of subtle wind
Caressing suntanned skin
Caribbean dream
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Touch of subtle wind
Caressing suntanned skin
Caribbean dream
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A living wage…
Is it too much to ask?
The unions fought for you,
Many died for you
Yet now you treat them as evil.
Who does this benefit?
Look at your stagnant wage,
Feel the fear of losing your job.
Each closed door meeting brings anxiety.
There is no loyalty from above,
Dollars and cents are their gods now.
You have been weakened and betrayed,
But you don’t see it…this is capitalism.
The promised trickle has all but dried up,
Living paycheck-to-paycheck your way of life.
Whatever happened to the middle class,
The comfortable life, retirement,
It is all just a dream relegated to history,
While the upper crust bathes in their gold.
Still you cast your ballot for your own demise.
Lower taxes will not bring you comfort,
Later retirement will not bring you joy,
Minimum wage will not support you,
Healthcare vouchers will not sustain you,
Social Security will not carry you to the end.
So what is it you want?
We are being ravaged at every turn,
Still you are too blind to see it.
Watch these buffoons on stage,
Telling you they care about you…the little man?
These millionaires and billionaires don’t care about you!
They only care for themselves
And their wealthy friends that bought them.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Created from dust
Instilled with Divine Spirit
Magical creatures
We are unique, but the same
Born from the All Knowing Mind
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Baited and murdered
Head on a silver platter
Carcus left to rot
∞
Foolish man with bow in hand
Now he’s wanted for his crime
∞
Maybe now he knows
What it’s like to be the prey
Hunter now hunted
∞
Perhaps the same fate awaits
A trophy for Zimbabwe
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reliving the past
While destroying the present
This we do so well
Tamping down our happiness
With the pain we so relish
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sadness and grieving
Go hand-in-hand with love lost
Painful to the core
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feelings of despair
Brought on by this hectic world,
Hopelessness abounds.
Could our connectedness be to blame;
Glowing screens of every shape and size?
Even in sleep there is no rest
For the modern mind will not quiet.
Discerning truth from fiction is ever more daunting
With the right and left screaming for attention.
I’ve forgotten what silence is like,
No notifications, no ringing, no television
…A simpler time.
Could it be time to power off
Leaving all things electronic black and lifeless?
It’s undeniable that those times were happier,
That families talked and people listened.
We walked with our heads up and smiles on our faces
Instead of head down and into poles.
Maybe twenty four hour news, tweets and likes are a cancer
Feasting on our teetering sanity.
I am a realist, I know the past is the past
To which we will never return,
But maybe a little self imposed downtime is in order
Just for a bit of nostalgia.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Man’s intuition
Lost amongst modernity
Preferring book smarts
∞
Wisdom comes in many forms
If you’re willing to listen
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars caress the sky
Holding Heaven in their arms
Eternal lovers
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In your loving eyes
I find the peace I’ve longed for
Perfect companion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~