Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
Blood and tears by the day we weep
At the hands of a master with whip in hand.
Giving just enough so his slaves may eat
While keeping them cast in this purgatory land.
From towers of ivory they cackle at our fear
That their purse strings of velvet they may cinch.
Leaving us victim to the profits held so dear
Unwilling to contort even an inch.
O’ the horrors of the indentured organizing for their rights
How terrible and unpatriotic they must be.
To want a fair wage and sleep peacefully at night
Instead of worrying that their jobs just might flee.
Capitalists claim it’s the best of both worlds
That the profits trickle down to the masses.
With a grin on their faces lies they do hurl
Condemning the poor and middle classes.
Those that buy in are the ones they most harm
Afraid to speak out for what is fair.
Choosing to smile and nod with a charm
That sloughs it all off with no care.
They lie to themselves that all’s as it should be
No better system exists on this earth.
While the master ships our jobs away overseas
This shows how little we are worth.
Who is unpatriotic where their loyalty is concerned
The capitalist driven by power and greed.
Or is it the captive dying for all he has earned
Just to live and his family to feed.
In nearly two and half centuries very little has changed
Money and class are still rules of the day.
This is how unjustly our system is arranged
The affluent would have it no other way.
So pull close your wife, husband, daughter and son
For the ride may get bumpier as we go.
Unless we fight back then the master–he has won
Then ever less is all we’ll have to show.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The smell of baked bread
Like perfume of memory
Grandma at the stove
O’ how joyful was childhood
When things were much simpler
Adulthood does dull
Senses fade to the background
Turning cynical
Happiness replaced by stress
O’ how soon we do forget
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Just as guilty am I,
Wallowing in self-pity,
Focusing on the negative, worrying,
Blaming others for my station
Trying to will destiny to my vision
Instead of trusting in the Divine.
I need not worry;
All things will be as they should
Without my intervention.
I must flow like the river
Fluid and forgiving ‘til the end
If I am to be one with the Spirit.
I know that suffering is unnecessary
This life is full of abundance,
The Tao will provide for me
Giving me all that I need
By showing me the Way.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nightmares, perhaps a chemical imbalance
Edge me ever closer to the precipice.
Granted, I have had a favorable life;
Adorned with friends, family and children,
Time, health, home, finances have been kind.
In spite of all this, happiness eludes me.
Venom spews from my lips quite freely
Instigated by a darkness living deep within.
This I must tame if I am to find lasting peace
Yet I question daily, my ability to do so.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spirit touches me
Though I know not what to do
Seemingly aloof
And ever so elusive
I continue to struggle
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Race wars,
Culture wars,
Gender wars,
Drug wars,
War on freedom,
War on religion,
War on women,
War on drugs,
War on crime,
War on terror,
War, war, war–do you see the pattern!
Still we call ourselves peace-loving,
We call ourselves civilized.
Fighting against each other,
Fighting against our beliefs,
Fighting against enemies of our own design,
Intolerance of one another,
Physical and verbal violence
Waged against our own and the world,
Tell me–what is peace-loving and civilized about this?
We have been brainwashed–
Brainwashed by our government,
Brainwashed by the media,
Brainwashed by our own ignorance!
We continue this spiral into oblivion,
Year after year,
Decade after decade,
Century after century
As so many have done before us.
Perhaps one day we will learn
That constant war tires and diminishes a people
Until eventually they plunge into the abyss of history
–Under the weight of their own arrogance.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lest we forget him
Michael Brown finally rests
But the fight goes on
His family still in mourning
Must live a life without him
This is a disgrace
As a nation we should weep
Drowning in our tears
Not for Ferguson alone
But for ourselves and country
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
