50 Word Story – Cardboard Roof

The cardboard roof does little to keep the icy rain and bone-chilling cold from compounding his pain.  Looked upon as a piece of worthless trash, he is invisible to passersby..

Perhaps if they realized they were just one paycheck away from his Hell, they’d offer him a bit more sympathy.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Stench Of Urine

Stench of urine,

Cardboard shacks,

Shopping carts,

Tattered clothes,

Hand-me-downs from the dumpster I suppose.

 

Rummaging through waste baskets,

Feasting on tainted food scraps,

Hiding in the shadows,

Sleeping on steam grates,

Misused,

Abused,

Something less than human.

 

Left for dead in the cold,

Filth in the form of flesh and blood,

But have you ever looked into their eyes,

Heard their hearts beat,

Seen them cry,

Gasp for their final breath?

 

I’m sure you haven’t

As you stepped over their broken bodies,

Avoiding them like the plague,

Chuckling at their despair,

On your way to your comfortable life.

 

Can’t you take a moment to lend a hand,

A little food,

A little shelter,

A bit of cash,

Instead of treating them like lepers,

Feeding off teets of the man..

 

You don’t know them,

You don’t know their stories,

Their hardships,

Their tragedies,

But you should…

They are our brothers and sister after all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Joy and Glad Tidings

Joy and glad tidings

Hallmarks of this gleeful time

Lost by so many

Those without means, abandoned

Are left to suffer alone

No tree, gifts or warmth

Is afforded to these souls

They’re invisible

Perhaps the Christmas spirit

Was meant as a reminder

That giving is more

Than gifts to friends and family

It’s to all mankind

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Can I Complain

How can I complain,

With food, shelter and clothing

A place to call home.

I am not ravaged by war,

Despised by much of the world.

This joyous season

Take the time to remember…

We are truly blessed.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Barbed Wire Gauntlet

Barbed wire gauntlet

Raised to stem the human tide,

Too much too quickly.

Balancing fear with chaos…

Another iron curtain.

 

Displaced and hopeless,

Longing for Europe’s safety,

Left in no-man’s land.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story: The Vagrant

Dressed in their finest, the mogul and his mistress approached the steps of the marble behemoth.  They were running late for the gubernatorial ball and the inconvenience of the vagrant lying before them just served to infuriate.

Yelling obscenities at his still body…they did not realize he was dead.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Broken By Living

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Broken by living

An old man lies fetally

Praying for his death

Torturous life on the street

Trades its mercy for your soul

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Have Forgotten

We have forgotten!

The New Deal has been destroyed

And we don’t see it.

Social Security and

Medicare under attack.

 

Cleverly disguised

By the “old standby”…tax cuts

They try to bankrupt;

Forcing the extinction of

Our long beloved safety nets.

 

When will we wake up!

The middle-class is dying,

While privilege thrives.

When we are homeless and sick

Maybe then we’ll remember.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Tin Cup In His Hand (Tanka)

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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 ~~

 

There’s No Place Like Home (Tanka)

There’s no place like home

Family huddled around

Sharing Christmas cheer

Unless home is on the street

And your cheer is someones trash

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A little reminder to be generous to those in need at this time and all times of the year,  if for no other reason than it is the right thing to do.