50 Word Story: Wasted Life

Brochures piled upon the bed, edges rabbit-eared from years of wasted dreams; the world lay before him if only he had the time.  As a child Jim dreamt of seeing Europe, Italy, Spain, but it is not meant to be.

A lifetime prison sentence has destroyed all of his plans.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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The Sun, Moon and Stars

The sun, moon and stars

Watch wide-eyed in amazement

Foolishness of man

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Teetering On The Brink

Teetering on the brink–again;

War-hawks sounding their alarm

Like the boy who cried wolf.

Prodding the populace with fear

As if they and they alone can foretell the future,

This is always their way.

They act as if violence on our soil is inevitable,

That we must strike first

Before the boogieman gets us in our sleep.

What is the endgame?

The objectives are muddled at best

Causing more harm than good.

Blaming the other side for inaction

Is their way of shifting focus,

And we believe time-and-time again.

All while their silken pockets are lined with gold

For their them and their friends.

Death is an industry like any other;

Capitalism at its finest

And we feed into their vile fare.

Rallying behind their hate and ignoring their greed

They hide behind the guise of patriotism;

O’ how blind and oblivious we are.

There is no dispute,

Barbaric acts of murder are despicable.

There is no death that can be condoned or celebrated,

Especially of the innocent.

Is this an act of war?

They are not a country.

They are not a government.

They are nothing, but criminals and murderers,

Treat them as such!

Yes, there is evil in this world!

Yes, there is a time and place for action,

But the motives must be clear,

The end must be solidly defined

And the cause must be just.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Imperfect System (Tanka)

Imperfect system

Still, it is better than most

Even when it fails

Of little consolation

To the living or the dead

 

~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~

I Wonder As I Drive By

I wonder as I drive by and see the warning

“Inmates At Work”,

What did they do to be enslaved?

Permitted to work unhindered by chains,

Supervised by unarmed guards,

Yet still not free to return home after a days work

They are prisoners none-the-less.

I pity them

And pray that this serves as a lesson learned.

Dressed in blaze orange jumpsuits

They are held up as a spectacles, less than human,

Humiliated publicly as part of their punishment.

What was the crime that revoked their freedom

Placing them in the counties charge?

These women…

Most young with full lives ahead of them

Will bear a badge of shame that will haunt them,

Taking away the promise of their futures

Until the day they die.

Having paid for their digression means little

As the weight of incarceration will shadow them all of their days.

Should we not show greater mercy and forgiveness,

Have we not all deviated at one time or another from what is considered just.

I have, of that I am certain, but by luck I remained free.

As a very wise Man once said,

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

I for one have placed my stone firmly on the ground.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

What Drives Man

What drives man?

Greed, honor, sadness, love, anger, jealousy.

What drives man to madness?

The very same greed, honor, sadness, love, anger, jealousy.

Excuses for the evil that we do

Yet inexcusable by all accounts.

Innocence taken for causes only known to them.

Lives shattered!

Pain inflicted!

Sadness instilled!

No cause justifies their cowardice!

Their selfishness!

Their God complex!

These are criminals deserving of punishment,

Harsh and swift,

Showing no mercy,

For deeds done of their own free will.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Tragedy of Steubenville

Do not take pleasure

In the loss of two young souls.

Families tattered,

The victim forever changed,

Innocence left smoldering,

Trust left in ruins.

Is there no morality?

What happened to right and wrong?

A hollowed culture.

There are no winners this day,

Only losers can remain.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco