I Don’t Know What Truth Is Anymore

I don’t know what truth is anymore.

Our source of sanity has gone insane,

Their lies are sold to us like snake oil

And we are foolish enough to believe.

Informed citizens seem far and few between.

 

How sad…

Our founding fathers must be distressed

To see us floundering in this sea of lies.

Who will champion us back to reality?

Who has the courage to stand up to this lunacy?

I have no confidence in those who have been chosen!

They are but pawns or fools

Chosen by their parties, corrupt.

 

Something must change.

 

Revolution gnaws at our heels,

Begging us to submit.

Ask yourself…

When will we listen?

The opportunity has been laid at our feet,

But we have chosen to look away

Settling as we always do.

 

It looks like we will never learn.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Another Season Approaches Fast

Another season approaches fast,

Not spring nor summer nor winter nor fall.

Storming in even quicker than the last,

Loud and obnoxious like the clarion call.

 

Choices are growing, with more each day,

Though one seems no better than the other.

Either red or blue what more can I say,

Neither would surely be my druther.

 

They care not the least for the common man,

It’s all about the silver and gold.

While we struggle on the best that we can,

They tell us what we want to be told.

 

This same cast of characters appears every four years,

Dressed in their Brooks Brothers suits.

Except we’ve added Hillary, a bold new frontier,

Taking her share of the loot.

 

Politics is messy and boring at times,

But there’s so much at stake for us all.

I know that it’s early to sound warning chimes,

Though it’s better too soon than to stall.

 

It’s not just the President, but local too,

It starts from the ground to the top.

Throwing up your hands saying what can I do,

That’s just how they hope you will stop.

 

There’s power in numbers if we all stand as one,

Big money can be beaten by the masses.

Let’s put them in their places before they’ve begun,

Stepping out from behind rose colored glasses.

 

This is our country no matter what they believe,

These thieves and liars and cheats.

Let us not have one more election to grieve,

By taking our demands to the streets.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

What Have We Become

What have we become?

Both sides are fatally flawed.

We–the laughingstocks!

Politics are the cancer

Eating our nation alive.

Are we to perish,

Fading into history

Like Rome’s empire;

Remembered for its grandeur

Through its crumbling ruins?

Perhaps it’s too late,

Our experiment–a dream

May evaporate

Becoming just a footnote

In the annals of mankind.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~