Our Collective Soul

Our collective soul

Lies buried in the rubble

Of hate, greed and lies.

 

One day we will rise from ash

Like the fiery Phoenix.

 

Enlightened, wiser,

Perhaps we will see we’re one,

Made of flesh and bone.

 

How sad that we must suffer

Before we open our eyes.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Reason to Kill

Raging wild files,

Severe drought kills the heartland,

Hotter summers thrive,

Our polar caps are melting,

Wild swings in our weather.

 

Science has spoken

Yet many refuse to hear…

Climate change is real!

Because it affects profits

They bury their heads in sand.

 

“I’m no scientist”,

Is the rock they crawl under

When it does suit them.

Refusing to admit greed

Is their real reason to kill.

 

~~ 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 ~~

Capitalism

Can you imagine a country;

A system where money…

Profit is its religion,

I certainly can.

Take a look at what we’ve become

America, owned by corporations

Leaving its citizens rummage through their trash.

Is this what the promise was

Suffering under the greed of oligarchs?

Maybe not, but this is precisely who we are.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Labor Day

Lives of the common man

Abandoned to the whims of the few

Beer and barbeques dull the pain

Or do they

Reality is stranger than fiction

 

Does the American dream still exist

A white picket fence and security

You may believe so, but I’m not sure you are right

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pondering Things

Pondering things more now than ever

I’m finding out how little I know.

I don’t understand human nature;

Its incessant need for power,

Its unquenchable greed,

Its innate ability to hate,

Its thirst to subjugate others.

Look no farther than the news;

War is spreading at a rapid pace,

Our young men and women are sent to fight,

For what…our freedom?

Only true if freedom flows from a pump.

Their blood is being exchanged for oil,

Sounds criminal unless you are a capitalist.

Poverty is running rampant,

The rich are getting richer

While the middle-class drowns

And the poor are being mowed under.

Our children are sunk into debt

For the privilege of an education.

Education is not a privilege but a right,

Only a fool would think otherwise…

You laugh…

Well then, a fool I must be!

With no where else to turn

We look toward the government,

Corrupt, divisive, they are of no help.

No! Don’t dare pull the party card,

Your blind faith in either cesspool is deplorable.

Don’t think for a second that they care about us,

Most of us don’t have the money to buy that kind of loyalty.

These behemoths only tolerate us because they have to.

Lobbyists and corporations are their real audience

Purchasing the destruction of our environment,

Sending our jobs overseas,

Corralling wealth for the pleasure of the minority

All for the destruction of the majority.

We…are…expendable!

In the end, what do I know?

I know what this country…this world could be,

It wouldn’t take much,

Just a little love,

A little compassion,

A little humanity,

But then…I am a dreamer

Who just realized…

How little I really know.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Don’t You Ever Weary

Don’t you ever weary;

War, propaganda, lying

Corrupting your soul,

Disillusioning our minds.

Done with a smile–

You think us likely to believe,

But we can only be fooled for so long.

Loved ones die for your greed,

Laid to waste in foreign lands.

Brought back with thin veiled honors,

Do you think that flag draped coffins comfort?

They do not!

They cannot!

Tell me–how many barrels of oil is their flesh worth,

A few cents at the pump,

A few more billions in your coffers?

They mean nothing to you,

You do not know them,

You have not held them at birth,

You will not grieve for them when they die,

But you surely will forget them as if they never existed.

You should drop to your knees and beg forgiveness,

Confessing your sinful, criminal ways.

Then again why?

It would all be for naught

For even then you would not be saved.

Such is the price paid–

When the seven deadly sins become

…Your lords and masters.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

For The Kings Amusement

Drawing your broadsword,

The shrill sound of blade on scabbard

Sends the wind whistling as you ready for the plunge.

From your gilded perch you call a throne,

You drive your saber home!

Stripping away every last breath,

Leaving those that built your dominion

Clutching their throats and gasping for air,

All to adorn your coffers

With the gold of fools.

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.

Your minstrels praise you calling you benevolent Lord

While you smile your hollow smile.

With yellowed teeth and putrid breath

You shower them with accolades,

All the while condemning them to death.

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.

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.

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.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Authors Note: I wrote this piece back in November of 2012 and as I expected, nothing has changed, in fact in many ways it has gotten drastically worse for so many people.  Sadly, I can’t really say I am surprised.