Things of Dreams, of Hopes

Things of dreams, of hopes,

This life I live and all that I have,

The promise of America, a ghost long dead.

Stripped of humanity, stripped of dignity, I see the pain in her eyes;

Mine tear for her, for the psychopath she has become,

She hates her children, punishing them for their ignorance.

But who is to blame, we’ve offered our souls to the Devil with each election,

Perpetuating our own destruction, more of the same does not breed change.

Perhaps I am guilty as any choosing to write as my protest.

Is my hope to inspire sufficient?

Only time will tell.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hollow Promises

Hollow promises

Saying what you want to hear

With no conviction

A politicians life blood

Hoping to get what they want

Then disappointment

The result of ignorance

Seems to surprise you

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Hatred Breeds Hatred

Hatred breeds hatred

How do you think children learn

Taught in the womb…no

Children are blind to color

Until it’s been pointed out

You’re handing it down

Perpetuating the hate

By your words and deeds

You should hang your head in shame

Ignorance is no excuse

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Faded Asphalt Riddled with Glass and Stone

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Faded asphalt riddled with glass and stone

Scorched deep black by disenfranchised frustration.

Called thugs and lawless, anger bubbles over,

But still nothing has changed.

The sixties are alive in well in the twenty-first century.

Civil rights are still just a dream for many

Though we’d like to believe otherwise.

So what! Segregation has been legally abolished,

The back of the bus is no longer reserved,

But what the law cannot abolish is racism.

It cannot regulate the prejudice minds of man,

It cannot extract it from our senses,

Perhaps blindness is the answer,

Plucking of the eyes from the skull.

What else can save this species,

It has been on this spiral for eternity?

Look at our history!

Enslavement, segregation, discrimination,

Poverty, lynchings, so little progress.

Yes, some of these have faded,

Replaced by polite prejudice,

But still nothing has changed.

Perhaps one day,

The ignorant will close their eyes,

Open their hearts

And realize that color is only

…Skin deep.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Forgotten (Acrostic)

Forced into uselessness

Our society deems them a nuisance

Retiring them to the annals of history

Gone are the days they were revered

Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom

Trusting instead in the coldness of technology

This is our way, leaving them out in the cold

Entombing them before their time

Never seeing beyond the length of their years

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Buds

 

Buds

Sparrows

Defy cold

Fickle winter

Sensing springs approach

Something man never could

Having lost touch with nature

Too absorbed with things of this world

He is merely along for the ride

Technology and ignorance stunt him

Now he must live as a passenger

Trusting meteorology

A most imperfect science

To decipher nature

While birds and buds thrive

In harmony

with instincts

That man

Lost

 

~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~

 

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 ~~

Believe As You Will

“Believe as you will”,  you say,

“I can respect that”, you say with a smile.

In your heart of hearts you are only tolerating,

You know they are wrong,

They don’t believe as you do so they must be wrong.

It matters not that we share this same walk together,

They have the same pains,

They have the same hopes,

They have the same dreams,

They fear,

They mourn loss,

They live and die just as you do,

But yet you self-righteously sit in judgement.

Is that what your God wants,

Is that what my God wants,

I seriously doubt it.

If you wish to be judge and jury,

Look no further than the heathen within

And you will find plenty of crimes to punish.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

We Claim Our Culture (Tanka)

We claim our culture
The cause of bad behavior
This is no excuse
Still we refuse to let go
Because it’s how it’s always been

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Ignorance Is Bliss (Tanka)

Ignorance is bliss
Perhaps we should live that way
In our own world
A better place it would be
Blind to violence and war

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~