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Flames of Discontent

Flames of discontent,

Smoldering under a blanket of Nero’s kindling.

Are we to become Rome sinking under our own gluttonous weight?

Are we to burn under the tutelage of lesser emperors?

Are we perhaps on the road to our own Ides of March?

Such things have crossed my mind almost bringing me to tears.

We did not always live under this oppression, under this division

It is not just the emperor we despise, but the assassins draw our ire as well,

Begging the citizenry to act out.

We act out in separation through a system proving flawed, proving broken,

Causing us to wilt to more of the same.

Could it be that we are destined to be consumed by the inferno,

A later day Rome cast into the annals of history,

Reduced to ash sparked by our own inaction?

Perhaps it is best that we start anew,

As the youth of our “Grand Experiment” is exhibiting its fractures.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Days of Glory–Now Have Begun to Fade

Days of glory–now have begun to fade,

Road of deceit paved with lies has been laid.

Whistles blown reveal what we already knew,

A world acts shocked, surprising but a few.

Look deep inside–is this really so astonishing,

You must admit you knew though you’re not admonishing.

Since long before the Cold War this chess playing out,

Hidden in shadows and silence, eluded roundabout.

A line was crossed when citizens privacy up for grabs,

Our rights have been violated by little pin-prick stabs.

All was done for benefit of protecting the greater masses,

See how the peoples ire quickly passes.

Hence I propose that we are getting what we deserve,

This will be the justice and this our punishment serve.

For forfeiting our rights in fear and imagined protection,

So easily we give away more rights with every election.

And now the world is told this is all done for their good,

Its no longer a question of whether we shouldn’t or we should,

We’re sorry for any wrong that we may have caused,

It wasn’t our intention to overstep any laws.

In reality though we are sorry, sorry we got caught,

Complain as you will on deaf ears you cries are for naught.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Look Upon Such Great Divide

I look upon such great divide

Families fighting through verbal battle

No middle ground, forced to choose sides

Opinions grasped like so much chattel

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Scarcely since Our Civil War

Have differences raised so much ire

Tell me–what is all the anger for

Fueling tinder to spark the fire

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Inundated torrent of adapted news

All with clearly chosen leanings

Partisan sides, a burning fuse

Caring not for truth or meaning

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We drink like cattle at the trough

Hearing what we choose to hear

Everyone else’s minds gone soft

Perpetuating mood of hate and fear

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One and all looking for someone to blame

Misplaced trust keeps fanning the fire

As rhetoric strives to focus their aim

Their lust for blood on a funeral pyre

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Once an asset was a public informed

Now we are led astray like sheep

Our minds and senses propaganda stormed

To the point we dream it in our sleep

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Questions arise, what liar to believe

None of them are worthy of trust

Making their quest to cheat and deceive

We pray their riches turn to rust

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When oh when will we ever learn

Its up to us to force a change

Instead, watching while we crash and burn

Isn’t our complacency rather strange

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Feel Not So Inspired

I feel not so inspired these days
The drudgery of our existence weighs heavy on me
Our division as a people
Who in times of crisis would unite
No longer seem capable of finding common ground
Certainly those that wish us harm must be in good humor
How foolish we must look
Dressed in our Sunday finest
Preaching…”In God We Trust!”
But trusting in no one but the self
I can do nothing to alter the fact
There is no election to hold
I can scream but no one can hear
Those in guilded monuments are deaf but to themselves
So here I sit with a cup of stale coffee
Choking down the morrning news
Chewing my nails to nubs in nervous anticipation
Only to be swallowed up in disappointment…again
Where are we going
I don’t think anyone knows
Those with the map…they too seem lost
Lost in their maze of arrogance
And we are the ones left in the darkness
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cast Into Shadows

Cast into shadows,

A scourge on society

Like lepers banished.

The downtrodden vilified

Are treated as a burden.

Is this not unfair

Of those in authority

Trusted to do right?

By their own self-interest,

Those that need them most are lost,

Left to their vices

Just to dull the endless pain.

Their cries unanswered

Fade quietly in the night,

‘Til no longer seen or heard.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Brinkmanship of Fools

Brinkmanship of fools

Buffoons clutching at the rope

Game of Tug-O-War

A nation’s demise the prize

For their own self-interest

Not our finest hour

As default edges closer

A vicious cycle

Returned to our beginning

Tyranny and oppression

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hands Outstretched Across Aisle Hallowed

Hands outstretched across Aisle hallowed

Feigning sincerity and honest concern

Smiles and handshakes, there meaning shallow

Political mutiny from stem to stern

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Spoils for the taking a populace held hostage

Bends to their whim and their will

With head in the sand like proverbial ostrich

They cater to every tyrant and shill

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Too blind to notice or choosing not to see

Middle panders fringe left and then right

With no sense of reason what will be will be

Too beat down to put up a fight

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When self-interest takes over who holds the bag

Its the poor, elderly and non-essential

Defined by the very people who brag

That their views are the most consequential

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Left with a government who has shuttered their doors

We The People have nowhere to turn

Being held at the mercy of liars and whores

May their pinstripes and wingtips catch fire and burn

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Honestly looking upon the tragedy we face

On whom does the fault truly lie

Yes, on the rodents that inhabit this place

But also on the uninformed, uninvolved, you and I

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So when next we sit down and complain of our state

Look inside to what you have done

For without participation, this inevitable fate

Will consume and never be undone

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Second Hand Ticks (Tanka)

The second hand ticks

Counting down life in fractions

Like a clock’s movement

A nation oblivious

Never sees its unwinding

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Vociferous Me – A Tanka

Vociferous me

Religion and politics

Destined to divide

Still answers are illusive

Therefore I must question on

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In The Audience

In the audience

I watch this worldly play

With tears in my eyes

A tragedy unfolding

WIthout an intermission

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~