Broken by living
An old man lies fetally
Praying for his death
Torturous life on the street
Trades its mercy for your soul
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Pain Like No Other
Pain…like no other
Living–wrong side of the tracks.
Dirty and hungry;
Sunken eyes reveal sadness
Under shroud of filthy streets.
Urchins you call them,
Throwaways to be ignored,
Wastes of human flesh.
Where is your humanity?
They’re people like you and me
Children of this world
Worthy of our sympathy
Worthy of our love
You best take heed!
For one day it may be you
That is spit upon.
~~ 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
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