Echoes of laughter
Smiling faces of children
–Innocence at play
Sights, sounds of another time
When being a kid was cool
The cries of hunger
Tears streaming down sunken cheeks
–Modern travesty
While the rich still get richer
Children starve for no reason
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
More cold than the season could possibly express,
Hangs in the air and the hearts of man.
We speak not of atrocities, we’d rather repress
Waged against others by their brother’s hand.
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Considering ourselves a civilized sort,
Still in prejudice and intolerance we stand.
Giving no venue for them to retort
In what with affection we call the promised land.
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This promise so cruel–seems held for the few
While the rest us are left to our own devices
The whip of the wealthy cracks to tame the shrews
While living high amongst their golden vices
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Inequalities based on race, creed and color exist no matter how we wish them to fade,
Persisting throughout the years, not because we are right, but instead because we are afraid.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bread, milk, stocked pantry
Protection from arctic cold
Taken for granted
No comfort to the homeless
Freezing and dying alone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A child’s blank stare
Living a life undeserved
~~ Poverty destroys
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
A winter wind blows
Across the barren landscape
~ Victim to the cold
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Societies poor
Feeding the coffers with cash
They cannot afford
All on a sliver of hope
To gamble their way to wealth
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Proponent for the poor as the Good Book says,
Obeying the word divinely inspired in antiquity.
Practicing that which has for so long been preached,
Even amongst ever growing unpopularity.
Finally–perhaps a corner has been turned,
Revealing a man worthy of this sacrosanct reign.
Allowing himself to be humbled as others had not learned;
Nursing those whose lives epitomize great pain.
Could his motives be this solemn and pure
Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm so commanded;
Saving of souls through teaching assured,
…this as our God has demanded.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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, 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 ~~
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