Hark The Herold Angels Sing

Hark the Herold Angels Sing,

Though now it falls on deaf ears.

Ushering in the Heavenly King,

Whose death no longer brings tears.

 

Lessons he taught in Gospels treasured,

Of peace and goodwill toward men.

Is doled out in statement of profits measured,

Beating records for sales once again.

 

Magi of old Bethlehem Star they followed,

With precious gifts to give to their Lord.

Today Christmas’ meaning has truly been hollowed,

With Black Friday and doorbusters for the hoards.

 

The birth of God’s Son in manger mild,

Welcoming the promise of old.

We’ve forgotten the gift of Heaven’s Child,

Preferring what’s bought and what’s sold.

 

Maybe it’s time to bring Christ back to Christmas,

Just where he always meant to live.

Before it’s too late and it’s meaning has passed,

Instead of receiving it’s best that we give.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lighted Trees, Presents (Senryu)

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Lighted trees, presents

Meaning lost on the season

Materialism

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

It’s Not The Shopping

It’s not the shopping
The shiny black Friday deals
Material wants
Created by corporate greed
For the bloating of coffers
It’s for gratitude
Communion with ones you love
Appreciation
Sadly we tend to forget
With every new commercial

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Mirror Never Lies

The mirror never lies

Or so you believe.

Unequal to those on celluloid

Causing you to grieve.

 

Airbrushed and painted on

None of it is real.

Remove a layer, then you’ll see

What was hidden now revealed.

 

Ads they target girls so young

Ruining self-esteem.

All to lure those most naive

Into their their dirty scheme.

 

Makeup, jeans, the latest heels

Superficial to say the least.

None of this makes the girl

Instead a material beast.

 

Capitalist Devils take our young

And throw them in the fire.

Taking innocence and melting it down

On their greed kindled pyre.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Thing of the Past

A thing of the past

We have become ungrateful

Feigning excitement

Mesmerized by Black Friday

And all of its false idols

Its meaning replaced

By glossy ads–hypnotic

And sworn good fortune

Thanksgiving–gone to the heap

With Christmas soon to follow

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~