Traipsing Through The Mud (Haiku)

Traipsing through the mud

So nice to feel like a kid

Hope no one sees me

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Tin Cup In His Hand (Tanka)


 
Tin cup in his hand

Begging for change in the rain

Hoping to survive

 

Tens of thousands of dollars

Spent to sit on the fifty

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Heavens Opened


 

The heavens opened

And tears fell in a deluge

Drowning out the sun.

 

Show me we deserve its warmth,

The joy we get from its light.

 

There is so much wrong

And none of it is our fault,

Or so we believe.

 

Climate change, its natural;

Pollution, blame the Chinese.

 

Procrastination,

Our answer for everything,

How terribly sad.

 

“It can wait ‘til tomorrow”;

Is our national motto.

 

Yes, heaven opened,

Its tears fell as acid rain,

But it’s not our fault.

 

Leave it all for the children,

We’ll be gone soon anyway.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Vultures Every One

Vultures every one, they pluck at the carcass.

Oh yes, it is dead and has been for some time,

But they choose to masquerade it in lively rhetoric.

Speaking not of how they will resuscitate the corpse

They prefer to spew bile at those they accuse of murdering it.

Solving nothing, they offer up a civics lesson as hope,

A promise of a return to days long gone by.

They know this can never be,

That we should never return to the cesspool of the past that got us here,

Still they desire with a selfish heart, to thrust this upon us.

No longer a land, by the people, of the people, for the people,

We have devolved into a country of the corporation,

By the corporation, for the corporation.

Our politicians, beholden to these behemoths disregard the people,

Believing their constituents too inept to notice.

Sadly, our elections show they are too often right.

Seats of government are filled with crazies, radicals and thieves

Looking to promote their own self-interests,

Their own delusional ideals,

The interests of those that bought their loyalty.

Their records show nothing but opposition to the other side,

No compromise, no debate, just blatant obstruction,

This they do, all the while claiming to be patriots and waving their tattered flags.

Perhaps we are as much to blame for this violent death as they.

Each vote cast inflicts another gangrenous wound on this once vibrant body.

I fear it too late for meaningful change.

Our young prefer social media and video games to interest in things political.

What the future holds is anyones guess,

But with crystal ball in hand I foretell a funeral, the body in shrouds,

No taps being played, no mourners present to pay their last respects,

They can’t because they are too busy texting and watching youtube to notice.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~