The sun, moon and stars
Watch wide-eyed in amazement
Foolishness of man
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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 ~~
Even the Sun Rests
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Even the sun rests
Laying down at the end of day
Welcoming the moon
Never have they competed
Each knows its role in nature
When their time is over
They take solace in their work
And a job well done
Perhaps man could learn something
If he just paid attention
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Pondering Things
Pondering things more now than ever
I’m finding out how little I know.
I don’t understand human nature;
Its incessant need for power,
Its unquenchable greed,
Its innate ability to hate,
Its thirst to subjugate others.
Look no farther than the news;
War is spreading at a rapid pace,
Our young men and women are sent to fight,
For what…our freedom?
Only true if freedom flows from a pump.
Their blood is being exchanged for oil,
Sounds criminal unless you are a capitalist.
Poverty is running rampant,
The rich are getting richer
While the middle-class drowns
And the poor are being mowed under.
Our children are sunk into debt
For the privilege of an education.
Education is not a privilege but a right,
Only a fool would think otherwise…
You laugh…
Well then, a fool I must be!
With no where else to turn
We look toward the government,
Corrupt, divisive, they are of no help.
No! Don’t dare pull the party card,
Your blind faith in either cesspool is deplorable.
Don’t think for a second that they care about us,
Most of us don’t have the money to buy that kind of loyalty.
These behemoths only tolerate us because they have to.
Lobbyists and corporations are their real audience
Purchasing the destruction of our environment,
Sending our jobs overseas,
Corralling wealth for the pleasure of the minority
All for the destruction of the majority.
We…are…expendable!
In the end, what do I know?
I know what this country…this world could be,
It wouldn’t take much,
Just a little love,
A little compassion,
A little humanity,
But then…I am a dreamer
Who just realized…
How little I really know.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Loftiest of Dreams
Loftiest of dreams cast into the shadows,
What is left to hope for?
Watching what we deem civilization crumble right before my eyes
I lament days gone by.
Overwhelming sadness pervades every waking hour;
I weep, though I weep not for me, but my progeny,
They shall inherit this chaos.
We were to be stewards protecting our world for the future;
We failed…instead we rape and pillage the earth for all that it has
Treading upon its inhabitants for our own profit.
What will be left to pass down, but devastation, war and famine;
The ugliness that we as a species have so ungraciously admitted,
Dwarfing the plagues of Biblical Egypt.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gone Are Those Days
Gone are those days
You know…the ones where our children are better off than we are.
What is better for them,
Saddled with debt for an education that guarantees them nothing,
Grown children living with their parents,
Prospects for their futures clouded,
Shadowed by unceasing war?
For many taking up arms for their country the only way to survive
Taking injury and death as necessary risks.
Is this what we wanted for our children,
Is this what our parents had hoped for us?
Where do they go from here in this country divided?
Everything is in turmoil!
The government is polarized,
The people brainwashed by extremist media.
Bankers, the greatest threat as described by our founders
Have slithered their way into our capital’s marble halls.
So much promise has been squandered.
This once great nation is sacrificing its young
And for what, pieces of gold,
A return to a past that has long since died,
Survival of the fittest where the rich become richer
And everyone else becomes irrelevant.
This is not the country I knew and loved,
It is an abomination of the worst kind
Feasting on the bones and blood of our children
To fuel its unquenchable lust and greed.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tumultuous Times
Tumultuous times
Born of man’s own flawed design
Corrupt purity
Look at what we’ve created
Hatred, violence, killing
Pollution, disease
All in our quest for power
Leading to what end
We are murdering each other
We are killing our planet
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our Past Watches
Our past watches modernity from the grave.
Sprawling fields of monument and headstone
Honor these souls that ventured on before us.
What must they think of this world as they look on,
Our never ending roadways,
Towering buildings of glass and steel,
Automobiles supplanting horse and carriage,
Our lack of respect for water, air and life,
Politics more polarizing than any in history,
Unquenchable greed marring its noble past?
Perhaps they are relieved to be in a better place,
Sleeping peacefully under a blanket of white,
Winter’s cold and man’s ignorance
No longer gnawing at their weary bones.
As we pass by should we not think of them,
Consider how far we have traveled,
How far behind we have fallen,
What we have lost,
What we have surrendered in frustration.
If we are to regain our souls,
Our greatness and our compassion,
Reversing this slide into oblivion,
These fields likely hold the key
Under their peaceful blanket of white.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Country On The Brink
Country on the brink
Middle-class being trampled
Extinction awaits
Corporate greed at a high
Climbing the backs of workers
Shareholders don’t care
Its all about their returns
Screw blood, sweat, and tears
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
New Years (Acrostic)
Now this year, it comes to a close
Ending on the wings of The Dove.
What lies ahead, no one knows, but
Yahweh in heaven above.
Each resolution we swear to uphold
And honor what Christmas time brings.
Returning as quickly to ourselves of old,
In our lust for material things..
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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