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A Living Wage

A living wage…

Is it too much to ask?

The unions fought for you,

Many died for you

Yet now you treat them as evil.

 

Who does this benefit?

Look at your stagnant wage,

Feel the fear of losing your job.

Each closed door meeting brings anxiety.

 

There is no loyalty from above,

Dollars and cents are their gods now.

You have been weakened and betrayed,

But you don’t see it…this is capitalism.

 

The promised trickle has all but dried up,

Living paycheck-to-paycheck your way of life.

Whatever happened to the middle class,

The comfortable life, retirement,

It is all just a dream relegated to history,

While the upper crust bathes in their gold.

 

Still you cast your ballot for your own demise.

Lower taxes will not bring you comfort,

Later retirement will not bring you joy,

Minimum wage will not support you,

Healthcare vouchers will not sustain you,

Social Security will not carry you to the end.

 

So what is it you want?

We are being ravaged at every turn,

Still you are too blind to see it.

Watch these buffoons on stage,

Telling you they care about you…the little man?

These millionaires and billionaires don’t care about you!

They only care for themselves

And their wealthy friends that bought them.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Another Season Approaches Fast

Another season approaches fast,

Not spring nor summer nor winter nor fall.

Storming in even quicker than the last,

Loud and obnoxious like the clarion call.

 

Choices are growing, with more each day,

Though one seems no better than the other.

Either red or blue what more can I say,

Neither would surely be my druther.

 

They care not the least for the common man,

It’s all about the silver and gold.

While we struggle on the best that we can,

They tell us what we want to be told.

 

This same cast of characters appears every four years,

Dressed in their Brooks Brothers suits.

Except we’ve added Hillary, a bold new frontier,

Taking her share of the loot.

 

Politics is messy and boring at times,

But there’s so much at stake for us all.

I know that it’s early to sound warning chimes,

Though it’s better too soon than to stall.

 

It’s not just the President, but local too,

It starts from the ground to the top.

Throwing up your hands saying what can I do,

That’s just how they hope you will stop.

 

There’s power in numbers if we all stand as one,

Big money can be beaten by the masses.

Let’s put them in their places before they’ve begun,

Stepping out from behind rose colored glasses.

 

This is our country no matter what they believe,

These thieves and liars and cheats.

Let us not have one more election to grieve,

By taking our demands to the streets.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Let’s Hear It For The Gipper

Image Credit: whitehouse.gov

Image Credit: whitehouse.gov

An embarrassment lay before the trustees feet.

No courage, no diplomacy from the ivory seats.

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They bicker and fight at the masses expense,

Void of logic this makes absolutely no sense.

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Elected to do all the peoples good work,

To captain the ship with nary a perk.

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Not to be so, as their pockets belie,

They weakened the law and stole all the pie.

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Neither a sliver did they take nor merely a slice,

They keep going back many times more than twice.

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Still as cattle to the polls we can’t help but repeat,

As if we were held to the fire by our feet.

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When will the swarm awaken from their dream,

To see that this always has been part of the scheme.

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Divide up the nation into haves and have nots,

Feed those without means into the haves corporate plot.

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This countries demise may be its own wretched greed,

Blind or not caring for a citizenry in need.

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Many poor have been baited that less gives you more,

A theory disproved by many before.

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Even Greenspan did admit that “trickle down” was a farce,

The wealth it went up, but the trickle fell sparse.

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Thirty years on, on the brink of collapse,

Austerity it is as we watch prosperity lapse.

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But still the Gipper’s name is held up enshrined,

His legacy it ticks like a bomb out of time.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Passion of Politics and Religion

Of this, I am as guilty as the rest.

Topics varied as politics or religion,

Taught at an early age never to discuss,

These are like powerful earth magnets

To man’s simple mind.

I am of the opinion that no two subjects can be

any more divisive than these.

Turning the mildest of men into mortal enemies

with the slip of the tongue.

I am not immune to this foible,

At times a slip, whilst other times

Thrown in venomous rage.

Can any one of us claim to have not done the same?

If yes…then they most certainly are liars.

What astounds is the passion,

Like that ensconced in two young lovers,

that politics and religion invoke.

Taunting red-faced opponents to spar

In a Battle Royale.

I have been both victor and defeated

In these most epic of battles.

Still I have not been deterred,

For my conscience would not allow it.

I have been the red-faced.

I have raised, nay, shouted to drown out my adversary,

Unwilling to consider an alternate view.

Oh yes…I have been guilty of tossing civility aside,

Of mannerisms befitting a child.

Would not a civil conversation have borne greater fruit?

Perhaps…perhaps not.

I have, as yet,, been unable to reign in my passions.

Remaining a convict to my own convictions,

I hope to one day receive parole

To discuss my opinions with ardor and civility.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~