Feeding On Our Fears

Feeding on our fears,

Our bones ripe for the picking,

Vultures every one.

Everyday a new horror

New people, places and things.

 

You must be gifted

WIth visions of the future

At your fingertips.

Can you sense the sarcasm

Dripping from each written word?

 

With an artist’s flare

You paint the grimmest picture

Of Hell here on earth

Done just for your benefit

And this nation’s war machine.

 

With impure motives

Your aim is not to protect

It is to profit,

Using blood as currency

To swell your coffers.

 

Now I must ask you

With sincere undue respect…

Define terrorist!

Not exclusive to Islam

So…if the shoe fits wear it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Lindsey Graham

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Little man

Inspiring fear,

Nostradamus of the Senate.

Do you see into the future?

Selling your snake oil to the masses

Even you can’t believe your own spiel,

Yammering on about how tough you are.

 

Give up already,

Recycled warmongering is getting old.

Aren’t you exhausted,

Haven’t your policies done enough damage?

America should be a beacon of peace not of violence.

Maybe it’s time for you to go.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Do You See the Sloth in Slumber

Do you see the sloth in slumber

Ever exhausted in his laziness?

The world passes by;

His life and circumstances change

Right before his eyes, but he cares not.

His food becomes tainted by poison and profit,

His means of survival gets cut down from under him,

Yet these do not prod him to action.

Those charged with his care seek to destroy him.

They smile and whisper in their deceitful hushed tones

Then with a fury they beat him down from his limb.

O’ poor lowly sloth, if only you were the mighty tiger;

Perhaps then you would sink your fangs into these vultures,

Perhaps then you would arise and assume your role in this jungle,

But nay, you prefer to wile the hours away in blindness and lethargy.

Be not surprised upon awakening one day soon that your blissful paradise…

Has become a barren wasteland.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Freedom of Speech

Our freedom of speech

First amendment guarantee

That can be abused

Shouldn’t we use commonsense

By thinking before we speak

An open question

To those that antagonize

Think consequences

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

What Have We Become

What have we become?

Our government plays on our fears

To defend spying on its citizens.

NSA, CIA, FBI all have our dossiers,

How many other acronyms are prying

Weeding through our emails,

Monitoring our bank accounts,

Recording our telephone calls,

Scanning our mail?

A whistle-blower leaks your dirty little secrets

And you back peddle like lying politicians.

He’s committed treason you cry,

Turning the blame from yourselves as you always do.

Obviously our right to privacy means nothing,

You have no probable cause for surveilling us,

So you use the Patriot Act, loosely as disguise.

It hurts when you have been caught doesn’t it,

Like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Author’s Note: This piece was prompted by reading the following short article http://goo.gl/wpkRZx.  The information contained within it is not new, but it reignited my concerns about our federal government and our lack of privacy.

 

Black Smoke Wafts Skyward

Black smoke wafts skyward

Baltimore the latest nail

To be pounded home

How many more before the

Coffin is sealed and buried

Repeated killing

Just a different city

Will we never learn

These–our brothers and sisters

Share the same constitution

But not the same rights

They are treated as lesser

By their skin color

Disgusting as it may be

This is our America

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Our Tide In Great Waves Rolls Out

Our tide, in great waves rolls out,

Back to a dark and murky ocean.

So long we have struggled to crawl from the slime

To a place of light and enlightenment in this New World.

Holding up the Statue of Liberty as a sign of hope,

As a sign of our lust for freedom and equality,

We are showered in a torrent of our own hypocrisy.

There are brothers and sisters among us

That still struggle for whole-hearted inclusion.

Cast to the fringes they are ostracized and criticized

For their God-instilled proclivities.

As men, who are we to be judge and jury of our peers,

This was not ordained upon us by the Creator!

Time and again we wander this rocky treacherous road

Seeking to impose man’s prejudices upon men.

Would Christ whom you hold so dear have been this cold,

Tossing his brethren out into the desert?

You dredge up this muck with arrogance under the guise of freedom

Plotting all the time to shackle others for your cause.

Put yourself in your adversaries shoes,

Do they not feel worn out and ragged?

Early in this twenty first century I was optimistic,

Hopeful that common sense and compassion would prevail,

But now I am left disgusted and embarrassed.

Is this what America has devolved into,

A nation of oppression, prejudice and inequality

Based on twisted interpretations of God?

A travesty we have become…indeed!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Cheeky Letter (Tanka)

A cheeky letter

Congressmen sent to Iran

Not very funny

Preferring war over peace

They commit acts of treason

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

It Is Ironic

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 ~~

 

Gone

Gone

Greatness

This country

Spiraling down

Grand Experiment

Being stretched very thin

Perhaps it has run its course

Government is broken

Diplomacy dead

General angst

Future bleak

What next

Vote!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~