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With Irony I Look Back On July The Fourth

With irony I look back on July the fourth,

Commemorating separation from the British Crown.

Decrying aristocrats and their gorging worth

And the treatment of their subjects trampling down.

 

Open your eyes and look at us now,

Governed and judged by aristocrats galore.

Expected to beg, grovel and bow

Just as we did to King George before.

 

Over two hundred years we’ve learned nothing it’s clear

As again we submit to the court and its king.

Giving away what we should have held dear

For the promise of a golden ring.

 

This golden ring offered in hopes to divide

The right from the left I am sure

Confusing the masses with promises to provide

Answers to our problems through their cure.

 

But the cure is poisoned by their quest for greater wealth,

On the backs of those who can least afford.

Tricking them to believe by their dishonest stealth,

That there’s nothing but truth in their word.

 

Illusion and trickery is the game of the day,

Substance something long ago past.

Diverting ones blame is the partisan way,

Spewing venom as long as it lasts.

 

If truth does not sell then they coat it in lies,

Said long enough they’re bound to believe.

People are gullible say their political spies,

They’ll swallow whatever we conceive.

 

Free press is now gone in lieu of partisan hacks,

Towing their hate-filled party lines.

Convincing the audience that they’re watching their backs,

While raking in millions all the time.

 

With sadness I watch our republic disappear

Under the weight of corruption and greed.

Leaving the powerless amongst us I fear

To scratch and claw for all that they need.

 

Convinced they’re a burden and a waste of our time

Pretending that they don’t exist.

From their pit of despair alone they’re left to climb,

Should they fail it’s unlikely they’ll be missed.

 

America has lost the humanity it once had,

Trading it for profit and conceit.

Where helping one another was more than a fad,

It was a facet of what made us complete.

 

Deception is all part of the elites master plan

Pitting each man against his brother.

Feeding the masses as much fear as they can,

Blaming the cause on another.

 

Unless we take a stand, the ninety-nine percent,

Against the one percent we’ve allowed to rule us.

Expect nothing more than this we consent,

But to allow the bourgeois to fool us.

 

This my dear friends is my greatest fret,

With each and every fourth of July.

That under their thumbs, ever more we do get,

Until America shrivels up and dies.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Opportunity

Opportunity

Who are the fortunate ones

Who will be left out

No question more pertinent

In this most troubled of times

Was this the promise

Is this all we should expect

For all the effort

To be let down by country

When it’s help is needed most

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Let’s Hear It For The Gipper

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Image Credit: whitehouse.gov

An embarrassment lay before the trustees feet.

No courage, no diplomacy from the ivory seats.

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They bicker and fight at the masses expense,

Void of logic this makes absolutely no sense.

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Elected to do all the peoples good work,

To captain the ship with nary a perk.

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Not to be so, as their pockets belie,

They weakened the law and stole all the pie.

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Neither a sliver did they take nor merely a slice,

They keep going back many times more than twice.

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Still as cattle to the polls we can’t help but repeat,

As if we were held to the fire by our feet.

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When will the swarm awaken from their dream,

To see that this always has been part of the scheme.

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Divide up the nation into haves and have nots,

Feed those without means into the haves corporate plot.

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This countries demise may be its own wretched greed,

Blind or not caring for a citizenry in need.

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Many poor have been baited that less gives you more,

A theory disproved by many before.

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Even Greenspan did admit that “trickle down” was a farce,

The wealth it went up, but the trickle fell sparse.

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Thirty years on, on the brink of collapse,

Austerity it is as we watch prosperity lapse.

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But still the Gipper’s name is held up enshrined,

His legacy it ticks like a bomb out of time.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fall of the Mighty

Fools revel in their own importance,

Looking down the slippery slope of their noses,

Grinning sarcastic grins at those plagued with less fortune

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Vexed not by the pomposity of their exploits,

Superiority exists only in their minds,

Diluted and delusional in their arrogance.

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All that they possess most surely can be forfeited,

Captured in an instant and dissolved,

Thrusting the high-and-mighty into squalor.

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Reparations for their aristocratic parlance,

Hubris bleeds from every laceration.

As these dolts retreat to live amongst the salt.

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Humbled in the face of their failures,

Unpretentious in their relations,

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Unalike at Birth

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Credit – csmonitor.com

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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I ran the race, but tripped and fell,

The starter’s pistol heard clear as a bell.

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They say we start out as equals its true,

Sadly the shortest of fates straws I drew.

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The field is not level, its slanted you see,

The caste at your birth influences who you will be.

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Yes this can change its not written in stone,

You’ll have to push harder and higher alone.

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Your families old money makes for a pre-made man

While I scratch and I claw doing all that I can.

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As I’m running my race I can see you ahead,

Getting farther and farther from the path that I tread.

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You claim we are the same from conception to birth,

My mother cleans houses, what’s your Daddy’s net worth.

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The systems unfair, some say evil and cruel,

Treating those of less fortune as inconvenient and worthless fools.

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Because you say this is not so does not make it true,

I work as hard if not harder than many of you do.

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Still I live paycheck to paycheck without a spare dime,

Hoping and praying someday good fortune in turn will be mine.

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I would change my condition if only time would allow,

But with work, home, and family to their pressures I must bow.

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You laugh and call us stupid behind country club doors,

We are those that wait on you, clean up after you and shine your marble floors.

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How dare you proclaim that this system is fair,

From your ivory towers, sprawling mansions, and mountain top lairs.

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Remember there are those far less fortunate than you,

Born without the golden slipper, silver spoon our betterment you subdue.

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I look forward to the day when in my shoes you must walk,

Maybe then you’ll show compassion and stifle harsh talk.

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Until then I will struggle and work ‘til I drop,

Pray the system will change and this punishment stop.

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When fairness for all is the law in this land,

Maybe then we can solve our problems walking arm in arm and hand in hand.

For the Kings Amusement

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Drawing your broadsword,

The shrill sound of blade on scabbard,

Wind whistling as you ready for the plunge,

From your gilded perch, you call a throne,

Driving the saber home.

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Stripping away every last breath,

Leaving those that built your dominion,,

Clutching their throats, gasping for air,

All to adorn your coffers,

With the gold of fools.

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Corpses of the loyal lie scattered about,

Left to rot in the noonday sun,

You know more will come,

Looking to you for mercy and sustenance,

Knowing they too are expendable.

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Your minstrels praise you calling you benevolent Lord,

While you smile your hollow smile,

With yellowed teeth and putrid breath,

Showering them with accolades,

All the while condemning them to death.

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You find this such great sport,

A vicious game,

Played solely for your amusement,

Who loses makes no matter,

So long as its you that prospers.

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You look down upon your subjects,

With jeweled goblet in hand,

Whispering in contempt,

That they are not worthy of your grace,

Nor deserving of your clemency.

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So you carry on like a spoiled Prince,

Conniving those around you,

“Fear not!”, you proclaim this is all in jest,

While the executioner readies his block,

For the next ax to fall.