Words Escape

Words escape,

Seeming pale and miniscule.

What to say would never be enough–

I’m sorry, immediately comes to mind.

Gone before your time,

How different might things have been

Or maybe nothing would have changed at all.

Narrow-mindedness and prejudice

Cannot be cured with words or pills.

Sadly your dream has still not been realized.

There are those that claim your struggle to be ancient history,

That you are equal, that you got everything you wanted.

This bile comes from the mouths of fools.

Why should any of this have been necessary,

In the eyes of God were you not always equal?

Why should you have had to be given anything,

Were not your rights endowed by the Lord God?

Only man–in his need to subjugate

Would be so arrogant as to play the Almighty!

This day of remembrance has not opened the eyes of many,

They find it a frivolous and inconvenient interruption.

Capitalism goes on with nary a missed step,

As profits never take a holiday,

How sad and disrespectful this is.

Dearest Dr. King, I am so terribly sorry.

There are no excuses for the tragedy of your death.

There are no excuses for the racism and ignorance that persists.

There are no excuses for your unfulfilled dream.

Thank God your words still resonate,

Thank God your message is still oft repeated,

For one day maybe the scourge that exists amongst us will die,

Turning your dream of so long ago

Into the reality that it was always destined to be.

God Bless You Dr. Martin Luther King

And with profound sadness,

I wish you a Happy Birthday.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Skinned Knees

Skinned knees

Blood red

Torn pants

Frayed rope belt

Too big for frail frame


Nails caked

Hands shake

Dirty hands

Utensils for eating

Food is scarce


Shirt ragged

Sleeves ripped

Buttons missing

Better than nothing

Shopped from trash


Face leather

Beard unshaven

Hair matted

No place to shower

Embarrassed by odor


Scrap cardboard

Help Me Please

Eyes pleading

Can you spare a dime

Will you spare a dollar


Looking away

He’s invisible

Just a bum

Remember his knees

He wounds like us


You pray to God

Recite His passages

Holier than thou

Looking down your nose

You detestable hypocrite


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Have and Have Not

You laud that all you have, you have earned

The blood and sweat of your toils payment

While covering the working poor and unemployed

With a blanket of hate and hypocrisy

Are not your hands outstretched

Collecting the tithe of the state

You are no different than those you so despise

It comes at no less a cost and is no less a handout

Than that received for the sustenance of life

Is sharpening your intellect from the pockets of the people

Somehow more noble than feeding children and the poor

You cry for the state to back down

While pickpocketing the very social programs

You so vehemently claim to detest

You hypocrite! You cannot have it both ways

You cannot suckle at the teats of mother state

While questioning that which she so graciously provides


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Look In The Miror

Don’t judge me,

You are not God,

Don’t pretend to speak for God,

To know what he thinks, what he wants of me.

Don’t push your religion on me,

The Divine Word of God, written by man,

Interpreted by man,

In a futile attempt to change who I am.

Don’t condemn me,

You aren’t entitled to be my jury,

You are hypocrites and heathens,

Hiding behind your wall of self-righteousness.

Don’t loathe me,

Am I not your brother,

One created in the same image of your God,

Worthy of the love and respect given to those in your circle.

Don’t shun me,

Instead look at your reflection, then take my hand,

Walk with me and comfort my soul,

Are we not the same in the eyes of God?