The Heavens Opened

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The heavens opened

And tears fell in a deluge

Drowning out the sun.

 

Show me we deserve its warmth,

The joy we get from its light.

 

There is so much wrong

And none of it is our fault,

Or so we believe.

 

Climate change, its natural;

Pollution, blame the Chinese.

 

Procrastination,

Our answer for everything,

How terribly sad.

 

“It can wait ‘til tomorrow”;

Is our national motto.

 

Yes, heaven opened,

Its tears fell as acid rain,

But it’s not our fault.

 

Leave it all for the children,

We’ll be gone soon anyway.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

See Armageddon

See armageddon–

Hiding behind bombs and guns,

Deadly viruses,

Indiscriminate killing,

Murder and mayhem abound!

Worst of man exposed;

What goes around comes around

As the saying goes.

Perhaps we’ve come full circle

To pay for indiscretions.

No nation is safe.

Technology has assured

We are one world.

Hide amongst your ignorance,

But know–it cannot protect.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Progress – A Tanka

Stacks puff their gray smoke

Debris like a beaver’s dam

Fish…belly up float

Stink of capitalism

Passed as unfettered progress

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Not So American Dream

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Not so very long ago

I dreamed of a utopia

Beautiful and green

Full of promise and hope

Then man got in the way

Swelled with pride,

Consumed with self-importance

Greedy, prejudice and hateful

He ravaged the land

Taking what he wanted and leaving it in ruins

Polluting our water

Poisoning the ground

Making it a malignant wasteland

Seeing fit to keep this to himself

We planted

We built

We raised our families upon this cursed soil

Ignorant to the damage being done

Chronic illness plaguing our children

They say it’s all in the name of progress

Complain and you are Anti-American

Speak out and you are unpatriotic

Protest and you are a Communist

Who will be held accountable

The autocrats claims a divine right,

All in the name of capitalism

But they don’t plant, build or raise their children on this putrid land

They cry fowl from their ivory castles

Waving their jeweled scepters

Hiding behind their detestable walls

Looking down upon those of us less fortunate

They watch us wither under the toil of our labor

Building for them what they could not build for themselves

Drawing every last breath from us

All for the sake of another dollar

When will they have enough

When will we be more than just expendable

If they have their way

Never