Why I Ask Is It That We Choose To Destroy

Why I ask is it that we choose to destroy,

Leaving vast swaths of land ravaged,

Acres of ocean uninhabitable,

Water unfit for consumption,

Farms barren of life-giving crops,

Forests clear cut for human development

Exploitation of the gifts given to mankind,

Simply…I do not know!

Why is it that we deny the evidence,

Oceans rising to previously unrecorded levels,

Temperatures, the hottest in history,

Storms, perfect and oh so deadly,

Property destroyed and lives lost,

Still we refuse to believe,

Why–I do not know!

Why is it that we allow ourselves to be victims,

Plagued by profiteers,

Suffocated by our government,

Tolerant of our polarization,

Blind to our abuses,

Living as pawns to the powerful,

Yet we choose to ignore,

Why, I haven’t a clue!

Why we have allowed this to happen, I do not know,

We have become complacent,

Allowing our fellows to trample our dreams,

Stifling that which is our destiny

Instead of finding common ground,

Leaving us more distant than ever.

I wish I knew how to fix the ills of this world,

But I do not!

I like you, am only a temporary inhabitant,

Borrowing my time in this life.

Why must we destroy this precious world

Poisoning ourselves and those we love

With words and chemicals?

Material gain and profit are fleeting like this existence.

Shouldn’t we endeavor to make the most of what we’ve been given?

Isn’t this what it means to be human,

To use what we need leaving the rest for our future?

Perhaps I am naive,

A dreamer,

Or just hopeful,

But I must believe that it is not too late

For man to overcome his arrogance and greed.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Buying the Farm


No more will fields of cotton or corn stalks wave

Where winds of progress sow their seed

Generations weep the sweat they gave

Betrayed by faceless corruption and greed


Agrarian ways sold to the highest bidder

Weakened by a nations diminished resolve

Ill effects they fail to consider

Of a livelihood they so nonchalantly dissolve


Our sustenance awarded to foreign lands

No thought given to our founding traditions

So many necessities taken out of our hands

Forcing this debtor nation into submission


John Deere once green sits plagued with rust

Barns and silos like monuments sit vacant

Conglomerate farmers betraying our trust

Their harvests destined for the seafront


Farms and fields are no longer held sacred

Mere property to be bartered, bought and sold

Paid not to plant so many acres left arid

There is more money in building homes we are told


We’ve sold off our future for a profit it seems

Self-sufficiency a thing of the past

Our founders would tremble at the love of excess we deem

Prized more highly than that which will last


The road on which we travel is a perilous one its true

Its course for our own sake we must alter

Lack of fortitude to do what we know we must do

To a second place status we will falter

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~