A child’s blank stare
Living a life undeserved
~~ Poverty destroys
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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I Grow Weary Of This Eternal Fight (Sonnet)
I grow weary of this eternal fight,
Shackled to the rack of banker and coin.
Neither watch out for societies rights,
Instead every turn–a kick to the groin.
Warned of their evil for centuries past,
We heeded their warning ’til memories fade.
Enslave us they must, right on down to the last,
By our sweat and blood until death we have paid.
It stops not here for the cycle goes on,
Our children continue to pay on our debts.
We and our progeny are nothing but pawns,
On whose lives without conscience they’ve all placed their bets.
The greed of our system we claim best in the world,
Quite possibly it would be if the bankers we had hurled.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Huddled Masses
Chips Under the Lamp by Malcolm Teasdale – Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet
Huddled masses dirty and cold
Tossed in darkness to the foul smelling street.
Has nothing changed since the days of old;
The scuffing and shuffling of leather-worn feet.
Scarcely enough light from streetlamps glow,
They’re hungry with nothing to eat.
The single flame does not any safety show
Any end to this parade they repeat.
Fear thee not for thy faithful friend
Stands by with nary a cry.
His loyalty true never waivers or bends
With allegiance ‘til the day that he dies.
Regardless how hard the hearts turn of man
Take comfort that rewards surely await,
For its all just a part of creations masterplan
And the key through the Pearly Gates.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Monday’s Masterpiece 2 December Prompt – Jem Farmer The Boi Poet
Will Work For Food (Sonnet)
Will work for food, the sign they show
Please help a vet down on his luck
Diverting their eyes the passersby go
Life on the street a vicious cycle they’re stuck
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Hey there mister can you spare a dime
Or maybe a buck to try to get home
Would it be possible to give me some time
We’re so tired of being in the cold all alone
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We could be your sisters and your brothers
We used to have jobs, families and homes
We could be your fathers and your mothers
Hungry and weary, nothing but skin and bones
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Obligated as humans should we be one to another
Practicing what we preach by seeing to the needs of the other
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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 ~~
Thirst and Hunger
Thirst is not a disease
Nor hunger a plague waged as a personal attack..
The dirty and downtrodden are not animals with opposing thumbs
Foraging through trash bins for food.
Their children are not parasites to be frowned upon!
They love just as you do with the same wants and needs.
Hands cracked and calloused know hard work.
Many toil hard and long for the barest of necessities
Only to fall short, thankful for assistance.
Yet you despise the poor collectively,
Lazy, blood suckers, bums, leeches,
Used as terms of endearment.
Speaking as though you know them or their circumstance
You display nothing but ignorance.
What do you know of their lives, their pain, their poverty?
Many are victims of economics,
Failing of health or disability,
Casualties of familial history,
Deprived of education,
Forgotten or blamed by the very souls with the power to change.
Greed and loathing blind,
Banishing compassion and humanity to the pits of hell.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blinded
Blinded by incessant greed,
You care not how it is acquired.
Crushing the lowly ant beneath designer wingtips
Screams for mercy go unheeded muffled in their death.
Prodded from birth a loss shall not be suffered,
Now so ingrained is it that you know no other way.
Color green, dreams of dollars, pounds, yen, your consummate brides,
You see nothing else, you see no inequity, no poverty.
Devoured by loathing, oblivious to anything but self
You despise those you view as vagrants, leeches, sycophants,
Treating them as rubbish though you know not their stories.
No time do you have for the common good,
Nor anyone or anything but your deepest desire.
Leaving all else to ride the wave of your deadly hate
While you strive to romance your lover…greed.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Inspirational Quote: From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate – Socrates
Jem Farmer the Boi Poet – Poetry Prompt – Three on Friday – 23 August 2013
Can You Hear The Cries – A Tanka
Can you hear the cries
Echoing out in the night
Hunger their captor
Resigned to a third world
Right hear in our own backyard
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Peeling Back The Layers
Peeling back the layers
Like an onion of marble, brick, wood,
Concrete, steel and plaster.
What lies beneath this man-made skeleton?
Flesh, blood, bone,
Hopes, dreams, promise,
Failure, disappointment, longing,
Pain, suffering and sorrow,
Wrapped in the package human.
Wealth nor status makes one immune.
Life infects rich and poor alike,
Birth and death spare no one,
Entering into their pact with nothing
And fulfilling the contract with no reward.
These truths are guaranteed
Despite a desire to bury them in denial, religion or alcohol.
Make what you will of your life
Ignore those that cry to you with outstretched hands,
Divert your eyes from malnourishment,
Turn your back on humanities fallen,
Do this and more without conscience
As a soulless miscreant is bound to do.
This is your choice.
Or join this race we all run…offering,
Time, money, love,
Compassion, sympathy, understanding,
A helping hand, encouragement,
As much or as little as you have,
This is what it means to be human,
To be in communion,
Asking nothing in return.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Feast Of Gluttony
Feast of Gluttony
One of seven deadly sins
Frequent in the west
Hoarding all we can acquire
While looking down on the poor
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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