Politically Correct

Posturing and belligerence weighs heavy in America.

Oligarchs and their minions speak their true hearts,

Little do they care about decency,

Ignorance replaces common sense…

This is the state of this union.

I do not understand when we digressed to these depths.

Could it be with the election of the first black President,

America’s prejudice finally bubbled back to the surface.

Locked away except in close circles

Little glimmers of ugliness rear their heads

Yearning to be brought into the daylight.

 

Could we really be this small and this hateful

Or is there hope that these pipers will lead their mice back to the shadows ,

Relegating them to Hell for the sins they speak.

Reasonableness seems to be all but lost!

Eliciting a response from the ill-informed is easy

Calling to to the lowest common denominator

This is truly sad when political correctness is deemed anything but kindness.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Anger–You Can See It On Their Grimaced Faces

Anger–you can see it on their grimaced faces;

Marching, hands raised in civil defiance.

Neither curfew nor militarization will quell them

In the face of injustice.

What passes for authority tries to divert,

Maybe he took the “sweets”, maybe he didn’t,

Maybe he smoked a little weed,

Maybe jaywalking is a capital crime in the south,

Maybe murder is ignored when hidden behind a badge.

So much for civil rights,

So much for equality under the law,

So much for compassion and common decency.

He was eighteen and unarmed,

Of this there is no dispute!

Perhaps he wasn’t an angel…are any of us?

I have bent the law,

Maybe even broken it a time or two,

But I’m still here, breathing, smiling, growing older.

We can deny–

That racism exists,

We can deny–

That blacks are treated differently than whites,

We can deny–

That skin color matters,

But denial doesn’t make it so!

Changing laws do not change hearts,

And time does not necessarily heal…

These are irrefutable facts.

Behind closed doors we disrobe,

Taking off our suit of political correctness,

To reveal naked hate.

We spew the epithets of our fathers,

Who broke the backs of an unwilling immigrant.

It’s as though times have never changed…

And perhaps they haven’t.

The manacles once of iron are now invisible,

The whips of braided leather no longer leave scars,

But the pain, fear and displacement still exists

…In this twenty-first century.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Thoughts of Correctness (Sonnet)

Thoughts of correctness–political or otherwise rise this time of year,

Merry Christmas replaced by Happy Holidays so as not to offend.

Is this not still Christmas which we for so long held dear,

There has been no change in the calendar I do portend.

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What–pray tell is of such offense during this season so joyous,

Are not both happiness and goodwill the same amongst all?

Making merry at this time was once so pleasant–boisterous;

Kind smiles and hearty handshakes have suffered in pall.

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Abstain if you must, from this merriment we freely offer,

Wallow in self-pity and become victim to your social demise.

There is far more to Christmas than filling retailers coffers,

Its a chance to renew our faith in man with a clearer set of eyes.

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Regardless of religion take from this holiday what you will,

For if nothing but kindness and generosity, then your heart it will fill.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~