The Mirror Never Lies

The mirror never lies

Or so you believe.

Unequal to those on celluloid

Causing you to grieve.

 

Airbrushed and painted on

None of it is real.

Remove a layer, then you’ll see

What was hidden now revealed.

 

Ads they target girls so young

Ruining self-esteem.

All to lure those most naive

Into their their dirty scheme.

 

Makeup, jeans, the latest heels

Superficial to say the least.

None of this makes the girl

Instead a material beast.

 

Capitalist Devils take our young

And throw them in the fire.

Taking innocence and melting it down

On their greed kindled pyre.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Thing of the Past

A thing of the past

We have become ungrateful

Feigning excitement

Mesmerized by Black Friday

And all of its false idols

Its meaning replaced

By glossy ads–hypnotic

And sworn good fortune

Thanksgiving–gone to the heap

With Christmas soon to follow

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

What is Thanksgiving

What is Thanksgiving

Nothing but Black Friday Eve

Prelude to Christmas

Our culture sold for profit

Our history up for grabs

We’ve become hollow

Freely giving up our souls

To the next slick ad

Our materialism

What does this say about us

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Giving of Thanks Lost

Black Friday crowds

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Fleeced

Our focus lost to door busters

Glossy color ads alluring as crack

A day of thanks reduced to dreams of Black Friday conquest

How sad it is to see culture sacrificed

Left in the ruin of materialism

Family and friends the means to an end

A holiday of joy and reflection

Reduced to nothing more than a chore

Is this what it means to give thanks

To revel in the company of loved ones

We have forgotten ourselves

What we are, why we are, who we are

Money has replaced our morality

Something to be worshiped and treasured

With something to be kept in a bank or a box

This cannot be our destiny

To lose our souls to that which is finite

What sorrow this brings

To watch what was once incorruptible

Held hostage to mere mortal desires for gratification

Pray we find the path redrawn by our moral compass

Rekindling the joy cherished by those that came before.