Imperfect System (Tanka)

Imperfect system

Still, it is better than most

Even when it fails

Of little consolation

To the living or the dead


~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~

Judge, Jury, Executioner

Judge, jury, executioner,

We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,

Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet

Playing god with those we deem less significant.

Who handed us the gavel?

Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?

Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?

We dole out this punishment with little thought

All because we call them pests

Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,

But this is not our role in this world.

Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?

We all have a time,

You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,

One that will bring the end with or without intervention,

Though not determined by our hands.

…The sanctity of life.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Sin and Goodness

Sin and goodness

Are separated by a razors edge.


This pair expounded

By the fallible minds of men.


One only need look internal

To see their own fallibilities.


A query is begged of you;

Are the sins of the single mother,

Who resorts to harlotry to feed her children,

Any greater a sin in the eyes of God

Than those of the wealthy who hoard their riches

While ignoring the plight of the poor and infirm?


True sin resides in greed and contempt,

Goading sin from otherwise good souls.


The mothers desperation urged by good intent,

While the wealthy was compelled

Out of selfishness and pomposity.


Lines between sin and goodness blur

Through the perceptions of man.


Objectivity escapes us in our passion;

Making us the poorest of judges.


Would not their fates be best left

To the sagacity of God?


~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~