Can You Hear The Cries – A Tanka

Can you hear the cries

Echoing out in the night

Hunger their captor

Resigned to a third world

Right hear in our own backyard

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Worker

You blame the unions,

You blame the American worker,

Moving your plants overseas.

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You say we want too much.

Is a decent quality of life too much,

A living wage to raise our families.

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You take no blame on yourself,

Your greedy shareholders,

Gnarled hands outstretched,

Grasping for a greater piece of the pie.

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You cry, profits are down;

Consumers aren’t buying!

You take our jobs away

Giving them to those in the third world.

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No job, no money, no spending,

Where is your logic?

You ask for more from us

Giving us less for our labors,

Yet our bleeding is still not enough.

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Our blood, our sweat means nothing,

No longer are we people,

No longer do you show us loyalty.

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Profits reign king in your corrupt world

And we are merely paupers,

Struggling in your greed poisoned kingdom.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~