Wouldst Thou Love Me Were I A Peasant (Sonnet)

Wouldst thou love me were I a peasant,

Owning little but what hangs upon my back.

I thinkest thou would not find this so pleasant,

Discarding me for all of this world that I lack.

 

Wouldst thou speaketh to me were I a leper,

Or ignore me whilst turning a blind eye.

I thinkest thou would prefer me fettered,

In shackles where none could see me cry.

 

Wouldst thou hold me if I were a poor wretch dying,

Alone and filthy on thy city thoroughfare.

I thinkest thou would leaveth me bloody and lying,

‘Til the ravens come to taketh their share.

 

Is compassion so hard for thee to perceive, casting feeling aside with nary a care.

Giveth from the heart and thou shalt conceive, a life full of blessing worthy to share.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Inconsideration

Have you become so ridiculous

That you justify your ill actions and commentary

With the blanket phrase…“I didn’t know.”?

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Has age taught you nothing,

No process of discovery,

No method to discern.

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Did your parents not instruct you well

In the virtue of restraint,

Knowledge of right and wrong,

In common courtesy?

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You speak and act as if ignorant of the consequences;

Lobbing pain, physical and psychological haphazardly,

Without regard for the well-being of your victim.

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Even in light of your blunders,

You deem your flaming rhetoric insignificant,

Offering no apology, no embarrassment, no sorrow.

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Portraying yourself as the fool,

Friends and loved ones distance themselves,

Hoping you’ll see the error of your ways.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~