Impunity

Injustice lives on

Made evident by our courts

Poverty and racism feed its hunger

Until blood is spilled to satisfy

Nothing changes, civil rights are a myth

Insinuated to please the skeptics

Then in one fell swoop

Yet another innocent dies with no justice served

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Round And Round The Story Goes

Round and round the story goes

One that’s as old as time

Where it stops nobody knows

Causing tensions to climb

 

These 50 odd years since civil rights

Have made so little change

Hatred between black and white

Festers like the mange

 

Fear of lynching may have passed

But fear exists no less

While walking the street they’re still harassed

No matter how finely dressed

 

Ask Sandra Bland or Michael Brown

Oh wait they cannot speak

Too many names buried in the ground

The future seems so bleak

 

Justify and deny all you wish

Your blindness it won’t erase

200 years by chains and switch

Like animals kept in place

 

Nothing has changed in modern day

Ask Eric, Tamir or Trayvon

It matters not what any of us say

Because either way they’re gone

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Repent

Repent!

There is no repentance,

There is no civility only cruelty.

The cud we chew is our own

Regurgitated repeatedly

Until even we believe the vile spew.

This once great nation has become caustic

Poisoning the lifeblood of its citizens.

O’ how embarrassed I am

To be counted amongst you.

What we viewed as progress

Proved to be nothing but a facade.

The world sees us

Just as ugly as our past portrays.

We fool no one with our mask;

Smiling with our hand outstretched in friendship

Whilst clutching a dagger behind our backs.

Then, with great surprise, things turn sour!

We gasp in horror at the cruelty of our adversaries,

Castigating those we exploit.

In denial we consider ourselves blameless

Arrogantly condemning our victims.

Their hatred runs deep and their memories are long.

As we learn not from our mistakes,

Repeated over and over we achieve the same result,

Setting ablaze modern day Rome,

And leaving its citizens to flee in horror.

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

There is a War

There is a war though weapons are words,

A rallying cry to ignorant herds,

Of who to fear and who to blame,

The right they do fire with venomous aim.

 

What progress we’d made seems now reversed,

Like empires of old we may now be cursed,

To end up in ruins under gluttonous rule,

Forgetting the history we learned in school.

 

Living in denial those culprits it serves,

Lying and deceiving with icy steel nerves.

All for more profits like parasites they leach,

Thriving in the fact that their money is speech.

 

Distracting the people with treacherous claim,

From Middle East to Mexico these people they blame,

For jobs leaving home and the state of our nation

By blustering and mongering and thunderous oration.

 

Their facts they are thin or nonexistent at all,

“Take back the country” their clarion call.

Take us back to where I wish they would tell,

To segregation and intolerance by the hatred they sell.

 

“Earlier times” only serves if you’re white,

Blacks and hispanics and Muslims must fight

To be looked in the eye and on even plain

With the privileged Americans that view them a stain.

 

If this be the direction the capitalists must take

On the backs of the common man they push til they break

Then revolution again must be waged to finally break free

From the tyranny of Monarchs they so want to be.

 

This is our duty and a citizen’s right

To question and challenge and bring wrongs to light,

For failure to do so is submission to rule

Painting you and I as nothing but fools.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story: Lynching

Trembling with fear as he stood precariously on his tiptoes, the rope tightening with every stumble. Gerald could hear the sounds of laughter and chiding erupt behind him from the white-hooded cowards.  

Why the uproar over the Stars and Bars?  Because lynching was commonplace only a handful of decades ago.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

COMMENTARY:

It is very easy for one to dismiss the feelings of others when they have not walked in their shoes, especially if they are white.  

It’s hard to believe, but up through the mid 1930s the hanging (lynching) of blacks in the deep south was not at all uncommon.  This is certainly not long enough for the memory to fade as I’m certain that there are those still alive today that can remember the horrors of seeing or hearing about  friends and loved ones who met their maker at the end of the racists noose.  

We are fast to criticize the protests of an entire race of people because of a few bad apples, but this in my mind does not diminish the validity of their cause.  Look black history in this country.  They were not brought here of their own volition, they were enslaved for more than two centuries, then treated like second class citizens until the 1960s and many would claim that they still are right up until today.  This I cannot dispute as I for one have never walked even a single day in their shoes.

Reaping What We Sow

Reaping what we sow;

Hatred only breeds hatred

As history proves.

See the neverending wars,

The eternal racism.

 

Turning a blind eye;

Pretending it doesn’t live

Does not make it true.

Ever since nine eleven

War has been never ceasing.

 

Ferguson…murder,

Baltimore, New York City

Charleston…again murder!

Racial hatred at its worst,

Plantation mentality.

 

This land of the free

Has sadly become a myth…

Just look at the news.

We are in shackles to war,

Racism, hatred and greed.

 

Sadly we don’t see

We are mice on the treadmill

Blindly taking bait.

I guess it really is true…

We are reaping what we’ve sown.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Laid to Final Rest

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Laid to final rest

With a farewell and kind words.

Eulogies given;

The famous and powerful

Came to pay their last respects.

 

But is this enough,

We’ve been down this road before;

It’s paved with their blood.

Is this just more lip service

Paid to appease the people?

 

As the saying goes,

Actions speak louder than words,

This can’t be denied.

Maybe the edge has been reached

Finally putting an end to the hate.

 

Only time will tell

If these deaths have been for naught.

With man at the wheel

Anything is possible,

But I for one hope for change.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Confederate Flag

Confederate flag–

Symbol of our darkest time,

Human slavery.

Prideful in their ignorance

There are those still full of hate.

 

Don’t they understand,

There are wounds as yet unhealed–

Open and bleeding.

Each raising stings of poured salt

In an already deep gash.

 

I weep for their pain.

Have they not suffered enough

At your racist hands?

The shame is you don’t see it

Being blinded by false pride.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Darkness Falls Upon Angel Choir

Darkness falls upon angel choir

Heaven mourns the funeral pyre.

 

Senseless death, skins evening shade

With their lives by hatred paid.

 

No justification nor reason exists

For racism and prejudice to persist.

 

The sixties clearly were not the end

For Black Lives Matter we must defend.

 

How sad it is hate thrives this day

Hunting others like birds of prey.

 

The south has risen, of this I fear

Though reason why is not so clear.

 

As house of God nor fortress strong

Could save their lives from evil long.

 

Nay, I did not know them, but it matters not

They did not deserve this deadly plot.

 

I mourn this day for humanities loss

As beautiful lives have paid the cost

 

Again and again hate rears its head

And every time folks wind up dead

 

Ask this question, if you think you can

Is this really the promised land?

 

For some perhaps, but others no

This is no sitcom or drama show.

 

These lives are real they’re flesh and blood

They need not perish in a godless flood.

 

Perhaps if we stand against hatreds rule

We’ll cast them down into the fiery pool.

 

And raise this nation into Heaven’s light

By doing what we know is truly right.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~