Our Stars and Stripes Raised

Our Stars and Stripes raised

After being exiled

For fifty four years.

Ineffective policy

Has finally been ended.

 

Dissidents upset

Obama is selling out,

They’re completely wrong.

We have embraced the Chinese

Condoning communism.

 

Where is their outrage,

Aren’t they just as oppressive…

Maybe even more?

Where money and profits live

We’ll always turn a blind eye.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Worker

You blame the unions,

You blame the American worker,

Moving your plants overseas.

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You say we want too much.

Is a decent quality of life too much,

A living wage to raise our families.

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You take no blame on yourself,

Your greedy shareholders,

Gnarled hands outstretched,

Grasping for a greater piece of the pie.

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You cry, profits are down;

Consumers aren’t buying!

You take our jobs away

Giving them to those in the third world.

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No job, no money, no spending,

Where is your logic?

You ask for more from us

Giving us less for our labors,

Yet our bleeding is still not enough.

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Our blood, our sweat means nothing,

No longer are we people,

No longer do you show us loyalty.

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Profits reign king in your corrupt world

And we are merely paupers,

Struggling in your greed poisoned kingdom.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Here Today Gone Tomorrow

Calloused hands cracked and bleeding

Ne’er a chance to heal

Family counting on the sweat of labor

For sustenance

And a roof overhead

Nothing more matters in this world

Molten steel pays the bills

Scalded skin and blisters overtime

And he’ll go it again tomorrow

The mill a second home

Thirty years, a day never missed

But what matter does it make

Pink slips are coming

Jobs moving overseas

Loyalty counts for nothing these days

Just a number easily erased

Profits put ahead of people

Born of cheaper labor in the Far East

Silence over dinner

Uncertainty an unwelcomed guest

Visits every evening

Wifes eyes offer comfort

Hidden deep, she knows there is none

How to go on

Everything lost

Skilled to do little else

Some would call this progress

Another unnamed martyr

Of the corporate machine

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~