It is ironic
Considered a democracy–
Republic really
We treasure our vote
Though in many ways a farce
Given candidates
By parties that are corrupt
These are our choices
Pick from the best of the worst
Either way they always win
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shock of all shocks!, A conclusion has arrived,
What you may ask drove me to this.
I look at this nation and its leaders that drive,
And sadly I find so much amiss.
Squabbling and indecision on the left and the right,
It’s politics at their very worst.
From top to the bottom it’s no easier a fight,
Unable to decide what to do first.
Managing from crisis to crisis is no way to proceed,
As the ball is too easily dropped.
We look to our leaders to stand up and take heed,
Of all that must be started and stopped.
From debt ceiling to healthcare, ebola, ISIS and more,
They fight each other all of the way.
Afraid am I of what may very soon be in store,
For greater horrors may come into play.
We have hearing after hearing and nothing gets done,
They are sound bites for the next campaign.
Fodder for the platform on which they will run,
With lies and aggression to inflame.
I look at the response to ebola with a smile,
This comedy of errors that it is.
The protocols, what protocols all to beguile,
What’s the answer is part of the quiz.
What do we call them–ISIS or Islamic State,
Would somebody make up their mind.
We got into this one perhaps a little too late,
Over time I am sure we will find.
In these two crisis’ congress isn’t without fault,
Ask McCain, he was friend to our foe.
Yelling arm the rebels their advance they will halt,
As always putting on quite a show.
Now congress has called a meeting, the CDC to berate,
For its failure to institute adequate tools.
It was fine leaving West Africa to suffer its fate,
Denying funding like cold hearted fools.
Messages are mixed on all things from above,
Agreeing on nothing is their way.
Failing to compromise when push comes to shove,
I suppose this is how things will stay.
So what is the conclusion from this long winded rant,
More trouble ahead is surely brewing.
Our government is broken and their solutions are scant,
I’m confident they don’t know what they are doing!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fearmongers abound
Ebola, ISIS, healthcare
Scaring the masses
Nothing more than politics
Spread by corrupt media
“Fair and Balanced”, ha!
They all have an agenda
Manipulation
Not to report and inform
But to divide and conquer
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cries come from the Hill
They’re coming to kill us all
Mystic Lindsey Graham
He doesn’t need any proof
He just reads his crystal ball
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Please tell me….
What does it look like to win?
Ideology can’t be defeated on the battlefield,
No matter how you try you can’t kill it.
You can kill its adherents,
Destroying the body, but their hate lives on.
Containment is decried as weak,
Nothing short of all out war satisfies the hawks,
Annihilation of everyone and everything their only answer.
So then, please tell me…
What does the enemy look like?
Muslim?
Dark skinned?
Light skinned?
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Young?
Old?
Sounds like the faces of the innocent and the guilty.
Can you please tell me…
How will you know your foe?
They will not come at you waving a flag.
They will not march upon your positions in perfect high-step.
They will not be clothed in matching uniforms,
Blaring their trumpets and saluting.
So tell me again…
Who is the enemy?
The farmer?
The shopkeeper?
The mechanic?
The soldier?
The school teacher?
The Imam?
The mother?
The father?
The child?
Would you have us kill every living thing just to make your point?
You rhetoric says that you would!
Someone please tell me…
What does it look like to win?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Complicit are they
Brandishing their mighty swords
While crying for war
They hold the blade to our necks
Prepared to slaughter skeptics
Monsters, murderers
A mess of their creation
Denied as fiction
How short the memory is
When the Right can blame the Left
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With irony I look back on July the fourth,
Commemorating separation from the British Crown.
Decrying aristocrats and their gorging worth
And the treatment of their subjects trampling down.
Open your eyes and look at us now,
Governed and judged by aristocrats galore.
Expected to beg, grovel and bow
Just as we did to King George before.
Over two hundred years we’ve learned nothing it’s clear
As again we submit to the court and its king.
Giving away what we should have held dear
For the promise of a golden ring.
This golden ring offered in hopes to divide
The right from the left I am sure
Confusing the masses with promises to provide
Answers to our problems through their cure.
But the cure is poisoned by their quest for greater wealth,
On the backs of those who can least afford.
Tricking them to believe by their dishonest stealth,
That there’s nothing but truth in their word.
Illusion and trickery is the game of the day,
Substance something long ago past.
Diverting ones blame is the partisan way,
Spewing venom as long as it lasts.
If truth does not sell then they coat it in lies,
Said long enough they’re bound to believe.
People are gullible say their political spies,
They’ll swallow whatever we conceive.
Free press is now gone in lieu of partisan hacks,
Towing their hate-filled party lines.
Convincing the audience that they’re watching their backs,
While raking in millions all the time.
With sadness I watch our republic disappear
Under the weight of corruption and greed.
Leaving the powerless amongst us I fear
To scratch and claw for all that they need.
Convinced they’re a burden and a waste of our time
Pretending that they don’t exist.
From their pit of despair alone they’re left to climb,
Should they fail it’s unlikely they’ll be missed.
America has lost the humanity it once had,
Trading it for profit and conceit.
Where helping one another was more than a fad,
It was a facet of what made us complete.
Deception is all part of the elites master plan
Pitting each man against his brother.
Feeding the masses as much fear as they can,
Blaming the cause on another.
Unless we take a stand, the ninety-nine percent,
Against the one percent we’ve allowed to rule us.
Expect nothing more than this we consent,
But to allow the bourgeois to fool us.
This my dear friends is my greatest fret,
With each and every fourth of July.
That under their thumbs, ever more we do get,
Until America shrivels up and dies.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is left of this experiment
Could it be that we failed intention
Selling it to the highest bidder?
Look at us!
Brother fighting against brother,
Ideals defined by television news,
By partisan writing,
By ignorance and lack of humanity.
Not relegated to one party or another
This is but a symptom of the disease.
A plague we allowed to ferment;
Feeding venomous pustules by blindness,
Blindness to surroundings,
Blindness to the lies we’ve been fed.
Beginning many years ago,
Blamed on the latest–current ruler,
Yet it is ever so misplaced.
Each is just the latest in a long line of failures
Given to us by their parties,
Held up as a choice to the people.
Choice…ha, this is but a facade,
Leaving the people to believe that they staked claim.
This is but a belief of fools,
Those that fail to realize they are pawns,
Misled and offered the promised land,
Finding that there is nothing but hollowness.
What does it take to awaken the populous?
Will it take total collapse?
Will it take blood?
Might it take revolution?
This is our right…our obligation;
When our system fails we are called to fight,
Called to change what is broken,
Beckoned to change what is fruitless.
Perhaps we have run our course,
Made a great attempt at political perfection,
Failing over a long period of time.
Every society has suffered;
Drowning in its own pomposity,
Leaving it vulnerable to suffer its own consequences.
What will it take;
Absolute and total collapse I propose.
Imploding on our own girth,
Collapsing under our own weight,
Then being consumed by our foes.
When will will realize our fate…?
Not until we are reduced
To nothing but skin and bones.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
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