Tag Archives: greed

This Walk Amongst The Dead

This walk amongst the dead.

This dance with mortality.

Partnered with those that believe they will live forever.

Gathering, greedily hoarding every last cent

They race to the pinnacle of their professions

At the expense of those they deem competition,

Trampling anyone who gets in their way.

Fattened as the calf bank accounts swell as do their bellies.

Designer clothes and jewelry adorn their swollen vessels.

No thought do they give to the rest of humanity;

Their fellow man is but an impedance to future success.

They have no time for them,

No time for their mates nor their children,

No time for their brothers and sisters that share this earth.

What is their endgame?

When is enough, enough?

They don’t realize that they are already dead,

Dead to the world, their mates and their children.

Paupers as they were at birth

With their final blink there will be no wealth,

No grand houses,

No designer clothes,

No jewelry;

No one will weep on their pine box.

When the last shovel-full of dirt is thrown on their grave

They will be utterly alone, naked and penniless

–Before their Maker.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Segregating Ourselves

Republican, democrat,

Black, white,

Feminist, chauvinist,

Gay, straight,

Religious, atheist,

Liberal, conservative,

Pacifist, warmonger,

Proletariat, capitalist,

Pro-life, pro-choice,

Rich, poor,

Extremist, moderate,

Old, young,

Patriotic, unpatriotic,

Native, immigrant,

We spend so much time segregating ourselves into categories,

That we forget we are all the same.

We are born, we live and then we die,

This is non-negotiable.

Maybe if took the time to walk in our brother’s shoes

We would be less hurried to take vengeance

And this world would be a more peaceful and beautiful place.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Two-By-Two Were Saved (Tanka)

Two-by-two were saved

To repopulate the earth

Then man got involved

Driving them to extinction

Does his greed have no boundaries

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

In Love There Is Peace (Tanka)

In love there is peace

No religion disputes that

Only man does this

Bastardizing all that’s good

For his own twisted purpose

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blood And Tears By The Day We Weep

Blood and tears by the day we weep

At the hands of a master with whip in hand.

Giving just enough so his slaves may eat

While keeping them cast in this purgatory land.

 

From towers of ivory they cackle at our fear

That their purse strings of velvet they may cinch.

Leaving us victim to the profits held so dear

Unwilling to contort even an inch.

 

O’ the horrors of the indentured organizing for their rights

How terrible and unpatriotic they must be.

To want a fair wage and sleep peacefully at night

Instead of worrying that their jobs just might flee.

 

Capitalists claim it’s the best of both worlds

That the profits trickle down to the masses.

With a grin on their faces lies they do hurl

Condemning the poor and middle classes.

 

Those that buy in are the ones they most harm

Afraid to speak out for what is fair.

Choosing to smile and nod with a charm

That sloughs it all off with no care.

 

They lie to themselves that all’s as it should be

No better system exists on this earth.

While the master ships our jobs away overseas

This shows how little we are worth.

 

Who is unpatriotic where their loyalty is concerned

The capitalist driven by power and greed.

Or is it the captive dying for all he has earned

Just to live and his family to feed.

 

In nearly two and half centuries very little has changed

Money and class are still rules of the day.

This is how unjustly our system is arranged

The affluent would have it no other way.

 

So pull close your wife, husband, daughter and son

For the ride may get bumpier as we go.

Unless we fight back then the master–he has won

Then ever less is all we’ll have to show.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Must We Acquire

Must we acquire,

Hoarding what we do not need?

This–the western way,

Insatiable avarice

For money and possessions.

What is this sickness?

Is not a roof, bed and food

Enough to appease?

Incessant hunger say no

As we persist to garner.

When the bell does toll

We find this was all for naught;

None of it mattered.

Kindness, love and happiness

Were all we ever needed.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Blink And It Is Gone

Blink and it is gone.

All that you took for granted–

Evaporated,

Because of insatiable greed

And deep-rooted selfishness.

Looking down from high

Upon those less fortunate

With smirks and disdain–

You should truly be ashamed!

Each dirty face could be yours

In a single blink.

It is that simple.

In this life or the next

There will be judgement.

Do you want to take the chance

That you’ll be the lesser soul?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Scattered Amongst The Ashes

Scattered amongst the ashes

A solitary flame flickers

Shedding light on the bleakness of this world.

Perhaps the next child born will be the one to save us from ourselves.

Each first breath offering hope

That our nescience is not irreparable.

Deeming ourselves civilized

We erect gauntlets against what does not fit our world view.

Denying climate change,

Though it stares us in the eye,

Forcing spiritual beliefs

All the while claiming discrimination,

Sloughing off cries of racism

Because admission would make us something less than human.

I see no light amongst the living–

Only more of the same driven by greed and selfishness.

If we are to be rescued it will be by a new guard,

One untainted by our perverted values,

One born with the humanity, the selflessness, the courage

To eradicate the filth that pollutes this planet

With their bastardized vision of God

And their gluttonous appetite for money.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Echoes Of Laughter

Echoes of laughter

Smiling faces of children

–Innocence at play

Sights, sounds of another time

When being a kid was cool

The cries of hunger

Tears streaming down sunken cheeks

–Modern travesty

While the rich still get richer

Children starve for no reason

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

With Irony I Look Back On July The Fourth

With irony I look back on July the fourth,

Commemorating separation from the British Crown.

Decrying aristocrats and their gorging worth

And the treatment of their subjects trampling down.

 

Open your eyes and look at us now,

Governed and judged by aristocrats galore.

Expected to beg, grovel and bow

Just as we did to King George before.

 

Over two hundred years we’ve learned nothing it’s clear

As again we submit to the court and its king.

Giving away what we should have held dear

For the promise of a golden ring.

 

This golden ring offered in hopes to divide

The right from the left I am sure

Confusing the masses with promises to provide

Answers to our problems through their cure.

 

But the cure is poisoned by their quest for greater wealth,

On the backs of those who can least afford.

Tricking them to believe by their dishonest stealth,

That there’s nothing but truth in their word.

 

Illusion and trickery is the game of the day,

Substance something long ago past.

Diverting ones blame is the partisan way,

Spewing venom as long as it lasts.

 

If truth does not sell then they coat it in lies,

Said long enough they’re bound to believe.

People are gullible say their political spies,

They’ll swallow whatever we conceive.

 

Free press is now gone in lieu of partisan hacks,

Towing their hate-filled party lines.

Convincing the audience that they’re watching their backs,

While raking in millions all the time.

 

With sadness I watch our republic disappear

Under the weight of corruption and greed.

Leaving the powerless amongst us I fear

To scratch and claw for all that they need.

 

Convinced they’re a burden and a waste of our time

Pretending that they don’t exist.

From their pit of despair alone they’re left to climb,

Should they fail it’s unlikely they’ll be missed.

 

America has lost the humanity it once had,

Trading it for profit and conceit.

Where helping one another was more than a fad,

It was a facet of what made us complete.

 

Deception is all part of the elites master plan

Pitting each man against his brother.

Feeding the masses as much fear as they can,

Blaming the cause on another.

 

Unless we take a stand, the ninety-nine percent,

Against the one percent we’ve allowed to rule us.

Expect nothing more than this we consent,

But to allow the bourgeois to fool us.

 

This my dear friends is my greatest fret,

With each and every fourth of July.

That under their thumbs, ever more we do get,

Until America shrivels up and dies.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~