We are living in a land of broken dreams and promises,
Those with means, rush to deny what should be obvious to the rest,
Ha! It’s the Land of Opportunity, for whom I ask?
Common is it for the common man to grow then stagnate,
Trapped in the tracks of his caste.
Not for lack of desire, but of meaningful opportunity.
Crawling up and up only to find the steps paved in jagged glass,
Barefooted from birth we are cut and scarred with each step,
No red carpet nor ivory towers lay in wait.
Instead pittances to pacify the masses are offered to give hope,
Promises that they too are worthy of abundance,
These promises ring hollow…leaving us with the taste of sand,
While the oligarchy scoffs from their luxurious boardrooms.
Cries to the state offer little relief,
As they themselves are counted amongst the elite,
Leaving the rest to scrounge for scraps in their rubbish heaps.
This was not the promise of this once great nation,
Old money, family money, dynasties, unfettered corporatism…greed!
Safeguards dreamt by the founders have been tilled and buried,
Bastardized by modern men with corrupt ideals.
Shall we once again embrace…
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~