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 ~~
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Drawn To A Mirage
Drawn to a waterless mirage,
Sustenance proffered from behind a smiling facade,
We long for what was, the honesty, the promise given at inception.
This nation…this world, is not what they envisioned!
Never-the-less, weak-minded and self-absorbed we self-inflict
Over and over and over again.
I too have inflicted myself on more than one occasion,
Placing faith in the faithless, trust in the untrustworthy
Only to have hopes dashed to oblivion.
You also, in honest appraisal, must have done so as well.
When will we wake up to the traitorous criminality of those entrusted with the sacred,
The injustice, the deceit, the blatant prejudice toward the people?
We the people comprises every citizen,
Race nor creed nor color nor sexual orientation has bearing,
Not just for those deemed as righteous or worthy in another’s eyes.
They are us…beholden to us, answerable to us if we demand it,
But instead we cower with an air of disinterest, taking our medicine
Like good subservient children.
Who is to blame for this debacle?
They are,
We are,
We are the true culprits,
Complicit in their scheme!
Complicit through tolerance or blindness, neither an excuse.
When will we awake from our slumber to hold these servants of the public accountable
We have an obligation to the experiment, yet we have faltered.
Laziness and ignorance are our legacy,
The legacy we have created in our own image.
How sad to see our path toward the annals of history,
Strewn with the sacrifices of the fallen.
If not for ourselves, for them we should correct course,
Return to the greatness that was us,
If we still know the way.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fall of the Titans – A Haiku
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The titans will fall
When the populous wakes up
Breaking the deadlock
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Land of Disillusionment
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Faces of color,
Eyed through blinders of suspicion,
Had we not buried this decades back,
People minimized for political gain.
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Grasping for a solution,
The problem steeped in your imagination,
You’ve convinced yourself this is righteous,
Yet racism and bigotry fester in you.
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This is not sacrosanct,
Taking hold of the weakness of the innocent,
Illegitimizing their right to be represented,
All for an ideal that isn’t your own.
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The media claims to be fair and balanced,
While corrupting your mind,
Brainwashing you with their hatred and mistrust,
As you mindlessly tow their party line.
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You despise him as an archvillain,
Is it his race, what you perceive his religion to be,
Is it his name, his father, his mother,
All targets of your aggression.
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Your side spouts lies,
Making claims they know to be blatantly false,
Saying whatever you want to hear,
Sycophants following like lambs to slaughter.
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This is what they want from you,
Belief in a past that can’t be resuscitated,
The future won’t settle for the lesser,
Still you continue to drink from the tainted well.
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They view half of us as leeches,
Feeding off of the system for our own personal gain,
Who are they, the elderly, children, disabled,
Do not judge them unless you have walked in their shoes.
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A sad state of affairs,
Pitting brother against brother and sister against sister,
The weapon of words no less brutal,
Leaving victims on both sides bloody and disillusioned.
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A Delusional Vision
By D. R. DiFrancesco
You say it’s for our own good,
You know better than us,
Claiming to be erudite,
But displaying nothing but contempt..
The mold you had cast,
Lies cracked and crumbling,
Still you try to force us to conform,
Assuming we are incompetent.
Hiding behind evangelical fervor,
You treat us as children,
Too naive and simple to surmise what is right,
Sinful beings needing your protection from ourselves.
When did we become so helpless,
You angry old men,
Surrounded by your white marble walls,
Casting retribution over your fiefdom.
Showing little veneration for the gentler sex,
You rule over them with feign compassion,
While valuing them as nothing more than objects,
What despots you are.
Under whose authority is love within your purview,
You look down upon those who do not believe as you do,
Regarding them as broken and immoral,
You vile creatures.
Do they not bleed as you do,
Are born innocent, live and die,
Crave love and acceptance as you do,
What makes you so self-righteous?
You despise those less fortunate,
Consistently questioning their ethics,
You claim they are lazy and felonious by nature,
Begging for alms at every turn.
Do not pretend to know them,
You have never visited their neighborhoods,
Struggled for your next meal,
You would not survive a day in their shoes.
“Pull yourself up by your bootstraps”, says you,
Your totalitarian battle cry,
Toil and sweat, and you can be like me,
Easily said from the pillowed comfort of your penthouse.
We are not like you,
Neither fate nor inheritance have looked favorably upon us,
Our labors scarcely provide for the bare necessities,
Still we have hope in our childrens futures..
Your greed and cold-heartedness have blinded you,
Morally corrupt,
Like the gluttonous tick you bleed society dry,
To build your delusional visions of utopia.
Dom DiFrancesco 