Age before beauty
Tis honor or sarcasm
My vote…sarcasm
Our respect for age exists
Only when it benefits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The Breath of Hatred
The breath of hatred
Resuscitates the weak man
Evil in the flesh
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There is a War
There is a war though weapons are words,
A rallying cry to ignorant herds,
Of who to fear and who to blame,
The right they do fire with venomous aim.
What progress we’d made seems now reversed,
Like empires of old we may now be cursed,
To end up in ruins under gluttonous rule,
Forgetting the history we learned in school.
Living in denial those culprits it serves,
Lying and deceiving with icy steel nerves.
All for more profits like parasites they leach,
Thriving in the fact that their money is speech.
Distracting the people with treacherous claim,
From Middle East to Mexico these people they blame,
For jobs leaving home and the state of our nation
By blustering and mongering and thunderous oration.
Their facts they are thin or nonexistent at all,
“Take back the country” their clarion call.
Take us back to where I wish they would tell,
To segregation and intolerance by the hatred they sell.
“Earlier times” only serves if you’re white,
Blacks and hispanics and Muslims must fight
To be looked in the eye and on even plain
With the privileged Americans that view them a stain.
If this be the direction the capitalists must take
On the backs of the common man they push til they break
Then revolution again must be waged to finally break free
From the tyranny of Monarchs they so want to be.
This is our duty and a citizen’s right
To question and challenge and bring wrongs to light,
For failure to do so is submission to rule
Painting you and I as nothing but fools.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Forgotten (Acrostic)
Forced into uselessness
Our society deems them a nuisance
Retiring them to the annals of history
Gone are the days they were revered
Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom
Trusting instead in the coldness of technology
This is our way, leaving them out in the cold
Entombing them before their time
Never seeing beyond the length of their years
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Words Escape
Words escape,
Seeming pale and miniscule.
What to say would never be enough–
I’m sorry, immediately comes to mind.
Gone before your time,
How different might things have been
Or maybe nothing would have changed at all.
Narrow-mindedness and prejudice
Cannot be cured with words or pills.
Sadly your dream has still not been realized.
There are those that claim your struggle to be ancient history,
That you are equal, that you got everything you wanted.
This bile comes from the mouths of fools.
Why should any of this have been necessary,
In the eyes of God were you not always equal?
Why should you have had to be given anything,
Were not your rights endowed by the Lord God?
Only man–in his need to subjugate
Would be so arrogant as to play the Almighty!
This day of remembrance has not opened the eyes of many,
They find it a frivolous and inconvenient interruption.
Capitalism goes on with nary a missed step,
As profits never take a holiday,
How sad and disrespectful this is.
Dearest Dr. King, I am so terribly sorry.
There are no excuses for the tragedy of your death.
There are no excuses for the racism and ignorance that persists.
There are no excuses for your unfulfilled dream.
Thank God your words still resonate,
Thank God your message is still oft repeated,
For one day maybe the scourge that exists amongst us will die,
Turning your dream of so long ago
Into the reality that it was always destined to be.
God Bless You Dr. Martin Luther King
And with profound sadness,
I wish you a Happy Birthday.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Kindly Old Gent (Wordle #41)
The kindly old gent with a draftsack before him
Scurries down the chimney of brick.
Graceland or ghetto no matter how grim
He works with an unexplained trick.
Those who don’t believe, scoff and ridicule,
They strangle the joy that he brings.
Claiming his spirit is nothing but minuscule,
A mischief only the daft would dare sing.
The arrogant believe their android smartphones
Hold the key to everlasting peace.
‘Til their batteries fizzle and they’re totally alone
Will they realize, by their conceit, they’ve been fleeced.
Suffice it to say at this intersection of seasons
Those illeists that find themselves superior,
May realize their errors for a number of reasons
Taking on a disposition that’s oh so much cheerier.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Poetry Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle # 41
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #41
Don’t You Ever Weary
Don’t you ever weary;
War, propaganda, lying
Corrupting your soul,
Disillusioning our minds.
Done with a smile–
You think us likely to believe,
But we can only be fooled for so long.
Loved ones die for your greed,
Laid to waste in foreign lands.
Brought back with thin veiled honors,
Do you think that flag draped coffins comfort?
They do not!
They cannot!
Tell me–how many barrels of oil is their flesh worth,
A few cents at the pump,
A few more billions in your coffers?
They mean nothing to you,
You do not know them,
You have not held them at birth,
You will not grieve for them when they die,
But you surely will forget them as if they never existed.
You should drop to your knees and beg forgiveness,
Confessing your sinful, criminal ways.
Then again why?
It would all be for naught
For even then you would not be saved.
Such is the price paid–
When the seven deadly sins become
…Your lords and masters.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
‘Tis Not The Fragrant Flower I Once Knew
‘Tis not the fragrant flower I once knew,
Pleasing to the senses,
Brightening the world with her effervescent palette.
Her silky petals crumble, fragile to the touch,
Falling like toxic ash in the putrid air.
She pollutes the earth that feeds her,
Poisoning her waters making them non potable.
Oh how her beautiful bouquet has mutated,
Turning ugly and angry in the midst of the garden.
Those not of her kind are suffocated as weeds,
Trampled, then pulled out by their roots.
Intolerant and hateful she has become,
The prick of her thorns has turned fatal.
Her beauty, now masticated by selfishness
Sets her on a path to destruction.
No longer prized, no longer admired,
She will be turned as mulch–
Into the soil from whence she came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This Walk Amongst The Dead
This walk amongst the dead.
This dance with mortality.
Partnered with those that believe they will live forever.
Gathering, greedily hoarding every last cent
They race to the pinnacle of their professions
At the expense of those they deem competition,
Trampling anyone who gets in their way.
Fattened as the calf bank accounts swell as do their bellies.
Designer clothes and jewelry adorn their swollen vessels.
No thought do they give to the rest of humanity;
Their fellow man is but an impedance to future success.
They have no time for them,
No time for their mates nor their children,
No time for their brothers and sisters that share this earth.
What is their endgame?
When is enough, enough?
They don’t realize that they are already dead,
Dead to the world, their mates and their children.
Paupers as they were at birth
With their final blink there will be no wealth,
No grand houses,
No designer clothes,
No jewelry;
No one will weep on their pine box.
When the last shovel-full of dirt is thrown on their grave
They will be utterly alone, naked and penniless
–Before their Maker.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Complicit Are They
Complicit are they
Brandishing their mighty swords
While crying for war
They hold the blade to our necks
Prepared to slaughter skeptics
Monsters, murderers
A mess of their creation
Denied as fiction
How short the memory is
When the Right can blame the Left
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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