Times They Are A Changin

Times they are a changin,

An older guard struggles for relevance.

They long for the days of Reagan,

June Cleaver and Leave it to Beaver,

White picket fences and segregated neighborhoods,

Gays in the closet and women in the kitchen,

Marriage between one man one woman,

But O’ the times they are a changin.

Their anger turns extreme

Because their “perfect” little world is slipping away.

Reagan is gone,

But his policies live on that helped destroy this country,

Picket fences are in shambles after the housing collapse,

Racism is on your front page and you don’t like it,

The Cleavers and Leave it to Beaver

Are relegated to late night reruns…

Nobody buys this crap anymore,

Gays are our neighbors, they’re on TV, the radio, in politics…

The closet has been cleaned out,

Couches and fast food have left our kitchens cold and empty,

While John and Tom and Sue and Jane can say “I do” without shame.

So fight if you will, fight if you must, but…

O’ these times are a changin!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hatred Breeds Hatred

Hatred breeds hatred

How do you think children learn

Taught in the womb…no

Children are blind to color

Until it’s been pointed out

You’re handing it down

Perpetuating the hate

By your words and deeds

You should hang your head in shame

Ignorance is no excuse

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Faded Asphalt Riddled with Glass and Stone

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Faded asphalt riddled with glass and stone

Scorched deep black by disenfranchised frustration.

Called thugs and lawless, anger bubbles over,

But still nothing has changed.

The sixties are alive in well in the twenty-first century.

Civil rights are still just a dream for many

Though we’d like to believe otherwise.

So what! Segregation has been legally abolished,

The back of the bus is no longer reserved,

But what the law cannot abolish is racism.

It cannot regulate the prejudice minds of man,

It cannot extract it from our senses,

Perhaps blindness is the answer,

Plucking of the eyes from the skull.

What else can save this species,

It has been on this spiral for eternity?

Look at our history!

Enslavement, segregation, discrimination,

Poverty, lynchings, so little progress.

Yes, some of these have faded,

Replaced by polite prejudice,

But still nothing has changed.

Perhaps one day,

The ignorant will close their eyes,

Open their hearts

And realize that color is only

…Skin deep.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Anger Spilling O’er

Anger spilling o’er,

Flashes of violence burn

Though not sure it helps.

Those in authority point

Proclaiming, “See they are thugs!”

It’s not that simple!

Centuries of abuse live,

Their pain is not quelled,

Wounds scarred are ripped wide open,

Dried blood turns and flows freely.

We have learned nothing.

Seemingly daily there’s death

Because of color.

Where’s accountability?

It’s hidden behind a wall

…and that wall is blue.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Labels Separate

Labels separate

Segregation of masses

For the unknowing

Republican, democrat,

Gay, straight, rich, poor, black or white

This life and body

Are but temporary things

Gone in an instant

What is left behind

Spirit and spirit alone

Each one is the same

Void of race, creed and color

Void of all man’s influence

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

From Dusk Until Dawn

From dusk until dawn

I live in dreamless torment

Cold–black is my night

Where do I go in slumber

When I am invisible

I can’t remember

My travels have been wiped clean

This terrifies me

Is this what death will be like

A blackboard erased from time

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~