Invoking terror
Brown faces sound the alarm
Overreaction
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: prejudice
The Breath of Hatred
The breath of hatred
Resuscitates the weak man
Evil in the flesh
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There is a War
There is a war though weapons are words,
A rallying cry to ignorant herds,
Of who to fear and who to blame,
The right they do fire with venomous aim.
What progress we’d made seems now reversed,
Like empires of old we may now be cursed,
To end up in ruins under gluttonous rule,
Forgetting the history we learned in school.
Living in denial those culprits it serves,
Lying and deceiving with icy steel nerves.
All for more profits like parasites they leach,
Thriving in the fact that their money is speech.
Distracting the people with treacherous claim,
From Middle East to Mexico these people they blame,
For jobs leaving home and the state of our nation
By blustering and mongering and thunderous oration.
Their facts they are thin or nonexistent at all,
“Take back the country” their clarion call.
Take us back to where I wish they would tell,
To segregation and intolerance by the hatred they sell.
“Earlier times” only serves if you’re white,
Blacks and hispanics and Muslims must fight
To be looked in the eye and on even plain
With the privileged Americans that view them a stain.
If this be the direction the capitalists must take
On the backs of the common man they push til they break
Then revolution again must be waged to finally break free
From the tyranny of Monarchs they so want to be.
This is our duty and a citizen’s right
To question and challenge and bring wrongs to light,
For failure to do so is submission to rule
Painting you and I as nothing but fools.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look Under Rock and in Darkened Cave
Look under rock and in darkened cave,
Delve into nightmares your wakings enslaved.
Tell me O’ tell me what is it you fear
In each thing you see and each that you hear.
News of invasion and hordes stoke your fire,
Of conspiracy theories you never do tire.
Immigrants scare you though ancestors were one
You hide behind barricades with knife and with gun.
In each person of color is seen a terrorist’s face
Afraid they will conquer your white Christian place.
How sad it is to live with terror neverending,
An old way of life you are always defending.
Change is but natural and always has been
And not loving they neighbor…well that’s still one of God’s sins.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
50 Word Story: Lynching
Trembling with fear as he stood precariously on his tiptoes, the rope tightening with every stumble. Gerald could hear the sounds of laughter and chiding erupt behind him from the white-hooded cowards.
Why the uproar over the Stars and Bars? Because lynching was commonplace only a handful of decades ago.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
COMMENTARY:
It is very easy for one to dismiss the feelings of others when they have not walked in their shoes, especially if they are white.
It’s hard to believe, but up through the mid 1930s the hanging (lynching) of blacks in the deep south was not at all uncommon. This is certainly not long enough for the memory to fade as I’m certain that there are those still alive today that can remember the horrors of seeing or hearing about friends and loved ones who met their maker at the end of the racists noose.
We are fast to criticize the protests of an entire race of people because of a few bad apples, but this in my mind does not diminish the validity of their cause. Look black history in this country. They were not brought here of their own volition, they were enslaved for more than two centuries, then treated like second class citizens until the 1960s and many would claim that they still are right up until today. This I cannot dispute as I for one have never walked even a single day in their shoes.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
Life, liberty and
The pursuit of happiness
Words that we hold dear
Except in Rowan County
Where you must be straight as well
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Sun is Setting
The sun is setting, bathing our fall in the last rays of day.
Still we sleep sound in the quiet of darkness,
Oblivious to what awaits
Even though it has been foretold by sages and fools.
This end will not come with the concussion of a bomb,
It will not be suffered by the bloodletting of a bullet
These would be less painful.
It will come to us by our own greed,
Our ignorance and inhumanity will trounce us,
Look at those that came before,
The great Roman Empire.
Where is it now?
Oh yes it exists in its crumbling ruins,
Disintegrating coins dredged from the bottom of the sea
And legendary despots littering history books.
The sun has set for them yet their kind still exists.
Look no further than America!
This land of so much promise has been duped,
Fooled by its aristocrats and their vast wealth.
They stoke the fires of hatred and prejudice to divide us
Until we become immune to the putrid bile they spew.
They trust that factless propaganda will be trusted,
That we won’t take the time to hold them accountable…
And they are right, we are sheep being lead to slaughter.
What will it take to wake us up from their fear?
We are arrogant and pathological in our policy,
Refusing to take blame for even the smallest thing.
Climate change is real say our climate scientists
Yet we deny it because we aren’t scientists.
ISIS did not sprout out of thin air,
We created it with our insatiable thirst for oil
And the deaths of those we were determined to depose.
Education, social security and Medicare are in danger
Due to their incessant need to privatize and profiteer.
Tell me, what did they do to make you trust blindly?
All they did was tell you whose fault it is,
What group to hate,
That social programs like socialism are evil,
That they will watch your back and protect you
While taking away your civil rights in subtle ways.
Their votes send your jobs away all the while you beg them to help you.
Really what did they give you to vote away your best interest?
Lower taxes, privatization of government services, more free trade and job loses,
The right to openly discriminate against your fellow Americans,
All under the guise of some imagined religious war.
I really don’t understand what has happened,
When we stopped being logical and informed,
When we started believing in the oligarch’s fairytales,
When we became cultists to the media.
All I know is that changes are coming
So be careful what you wish for.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is it They Want
What is it they want;
To live under a bubble
Of pure shiny white?
Existing void of color
A Leave it to Beaver world.
Stirring up hatred,
This group or that is to blame,
Banish them for good.
Spy your own family tree
And you just might be amazed.
What are they after
When they’re stomping on the poor,
Calling them lazy,
Treating each as a moocher
Unworthy of compassion.
Perpetuating
Disgraceful stereotypes.
Shameless in their rant
African Americans,
Mexicans and the Chinese.
Supremacists rise
Rallying around their bile,
But they take no blame,
They’re taken out of context
They would like you to believe.
War, war, war, war, war
Look at their warmongering,
Death brings them such joy.
It’s not theirs that fight and die
They are ours, they’re yours and mine!
Privatize they cry,
Programs for the public good,
Vouchers for us all.
Business doesn’t work for us
It’s all about the profit.
FDR was right,
To enact social reforms
A cure for our ills.
Keeping the wealthy in check
For the benefit of all.
Watch as fortunes fall,
Not those of robber barons
But instead yours–mine.
The oligarchs won’t feel it
This is by their own design.
Sadly we’ve stepped back
Trusting our fates to the rich.
How foolish we are!
Painful lessons are ne’er learned
Thus are destined to repeat.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
50 Word Story: The Cesspool
We are falling backwards; so much anger, hatred, prejudice bubbling to the surface. We’re just fooling ourselves if we think we have progressed. Look at the cesspool in which we wade searching for leadership. Certainly this must make us the laughingstock of the free world thanks to our presidential candidates.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gangrenous is Hate
Gangrenous is hate,
Leeching on healthy tissue
‘Til decay consumes.
Once done…tell me what is left,
But a hollow corpse seething.
Such a waste of life.
O’ the good you could have done
Were you not selfish.
Alas free will corrupted
Leaving you ever bitter.
Your path is your own;
Be happy in this karma
Brought about by you.
May you take it to the grave
So the world might benefit.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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