Corporate Muscles Flexed Once Again

Corporate muscles flexed once again,

Trampling the rights of the common man.

What fools believe that corporations are people?

Why does one person’s belief trump that of another?

Where is the judicial in all of this?

Are they not charged with protecting the people’s rights?

They have become political tyrants,

Partisan and putrid as the legislative and executive.

“We The People” has become a joke;

Something relegated to the past,

Something we look back fondly on that once existed,

But sadly exist no more.

Individuals have no power to enact change

Where money and business rule.

Silenced by the dollar, we are ignored.

Was this erected in our framework,

Was this what the founders intended,

That man should be subjugated by greed and profit?

We cry foul at those who infringe on human and civil rights,

Yet we are nothing but hypocrites,

Infringing on the rights of our own.

There is no fairness under the law,

There is no justice under the law,

Unless you can afford to buy it.

Raise the gavel…

We’ve sold out to the highest bidder!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

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Lips Warm Brush My Neck, So Sweet (Sonnet)

Lips warm brush my neck, so sweet,
How could I, why would I wish to sleep.
If I were to pass my life complete,
Enveloped in your love so deep.

I turn to caress your tender face,
Through the many years you’re still the one.
There is no other to take your place,
Written in the stars since times begun.

In passions embrace our souls consumed,
As we once two commence to be one.
A love this true could never be assumed,
From deepest night ‘til morning sun.

O’ love my love you must never doubt, the devotion that I feel for you,
With my last breath I would gladly shout, my vows, my commitment anew.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ My Youngest One

O’ my youngest one

Do not give up on your dreams

They are yours alone

Others may think they know best

Even I am not immune

Done without malice

My intentions are most pure

Though I am human

Dare to dream my precious child

This is where greatness is born

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Question

Whether from space or terra firma I feel minuscule;

A pawn in some cosmic game in which I am an illegitimate player.

Who is this phantom puppet master pulling my strings?

I haven’t a scintilla of an idea…

I never have–

Though I’ve never ceased wondering.

All this palaver of an omnipotent Being perplexes me.

Where is He,

Who is He,

I have not a clue.

I’ve spent my entire life grazing on the spiritual texts,

Looking for answers to the eternal question.

I suppose that it has not been all for naught however,

As I have become inure to many of the horrors of this world because of them.

Even so the questions come in waves

Like brontides they shake me to my very core.

Unnerving and unsettling are they.

As another day closes with nary an answer

I suppose I shall sit in my darkened room;

Pondering the meaning of life

While I am bathed in the fragrance of fresh cut chrysanthemums

And enjoy a relaxing spot of tea.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

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Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle #14

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #14

I Strive To Be As The Sapling

I strive to be as the sapling;

Flexible in the path of the raging gale.

The sapling does not struggle against its foe,

It does not stand rigid as an elder,

It bows gracefully and without pretense.

Even in its youth

The sapling knows it could not withstand the fury,

So by yielding it survives unscathed.

This is the wisdom lost to maturity.

With age the sapling becomes increasingly inflexible

Until in time its trunk refuses to bend.

We are not so unlike the simple tree,

Showing great resilience in childhood,

Becoming unwavering and obstinate with age.

Oh what I would not give to be as the lowly sapling.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Destitute, Broken

Destitute, broken
Veterans thrown to the streets
Forgotten by all
Do they not deserve much more
Than to be treated like trash
They sacrificed much
Though the cause–questionable
Do we not owe them
Our gratitude and our help
For the part of them they lost
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Wheels Of Bloody War Continue To Turn

Wheels of bloody war continue to turn,

Backing foreign rebels whose motives unclear.

While villages and cities continue to burn

We’re spoon fed a diet of who we should fear.

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Millions of dollars to be funnelled covert,

To whom we don’t know, just trust us we’re told.

Protecting our interests how could it possibly hurt,

This story gets older the more that it’s told.

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Creating future enemies with training and guns,

A lesson that we still have not learned.

Viewed by the world as reincarnated Huns,

Our reputation, our flag once again burned.

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Another “War on Terror” with no defined win

A phrase perhaps coined oh so rightly

Though resources and patience are stretched ever so thin

We’re lied to with teeth clenched so tightly

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We’re told this is for the protection of all,

As if we couldn’t see through their disguise.

It’s all about profit and a wealth of crude oil

Wrapped in “freedoms” meager blanket of lies.

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Our love for our cars, our boats, our planes

And all things founded on fossil fuels.

We take what we want without easing their pains

Makes us look like great bullies and fools.

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Then they claim concern for the welfare of man

When it’s really nothing more than an act.

Money and greed and taking all that they can

Is an evident though an oft denied fact.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~