Democracy Dashed Upon The Rocks

Democracy dashed upon the rocks

Lighthouse guide has fallen dark

Mayday, mayday calls the flock

Two by two like Noah’s ark

 

Captain’s crew has blindly haled

Commands barked sure to kill

Near time win will long time fail

When keel doth rupture on sill

 

By headwinds sail to Davy’s doom

Tsunami comes rushing in

Neither hold nor deck is safety’s room

They’ll pay for ignorance sin

 

Histories ne’re kind to pirate thieves

Nor saber tongued silvery fools

While innocent victims losses grieved

Their anger grows til it’s cruel

 

Lashing out victims surely will march

The port be their final stand

Skyward they gaze backs and necks upwards arched

Victory’s sweet and it’s grand

 

Criminal fools feel they’re immune

Til their pokes raise the ire and rage

Common man pushed to the brink of his doom

Turns upon captor and cage

 

Freedom they hail til finally set free

WIth blood on their calloused hands

Keepers grotesque lay twisted at feet

The weaker take control of the land

 

Postponing their fate is futile at best

They’d be better to meld with the times

Thinking this day they’ll withhold from the rest

Soon they will answer for crimes

 

~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~

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Fraught With Peril This Thin Line – Rebel

Fraught with peril this thin line

    Once crossed will wither and die

Not so wide, but ever so fine

    Our elected few seem eager to try

 

Mad men with power where nary have tread

    Kindle the fires of conspiracy and hate

Ever so close the majority dread

    A nation’s short history left to fate

 

This cresipise so deep we fear to fall

    Bottomless pit will never end

Left to the tyrants this funeral pall

    To torments wrath we writhe and bend

 

What’s to be gained by ignorance hold

    Believing the fools venomous bite

Taking their word more precious than gold

    That is til exposed by reasons light

 

Hope springs eternal as the old saying goes

    May the ruinous seed be cast back to hell

Sooner or later nobody knows

    Righteousness waits the toll of the bell

 

This sickness not us wailed from the heart

    A cure lies ahead in the booth

Now is the time never too late to start

    The lever must suffocate their truth

 

Time to rebel dead ahead in our hands

    Never more urgent then now

Traitors that poison the mind and the land

    Must be buried by the blade of the plow

 

Rise up! Rise up! You sheepish bunch

    Stand up to the villain’s rusted sword

Truth lies before you much more than a hunch

    Trample to dust his evil hoard

 

If not for yourselves for your progenies sake

    Stiff your spine before time slides away

Your souls are their plunder and more they will take

    Mark these words spoken this day

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Can You Smell The Winds Of Change

Can you smell the winds of change?

Not confined by border or ethnicity;

It cares not about race, creed or color.

For so long the grass has been trampled,

Crushed under ornate boot heels,

Mowed down by the sharpest of blades

With no thought of the consequences.

Resilience is the way of nature.

Young shoots and saplings rebound,

They cannot be kept down.

Can you smell the winds of change

As they comes for you?

Your palaces and coffers cannot protect you,

Shuttered windows cannot save you,

We are not fooled by your fained sympathy,

Looking us in the eyes from marbled balconies

And lying through your yellowed teeth.

You do not know our condition!

You do not know our pain

As yours are the boots that have ground us to dust!

Take your hollow words and scream into the wind.

Choke on the vomit you spew,

Knowing that the end is near

And it is you that will be crushed

For all of the harm that you have done.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Freedom Of Speech Hurts

Freedom of speech hurts

When offered with hate in mind.

Pious hypocrites,

You hide behind religion

Twisting the words of your God!

What would Christ have done!

He’d overturn your tables

And dump your self righteous coins

Like the vile money changers in your book

That’s what comes to mind

In the end, who will be judged

You or those you persecute?

Perhaps a look in the mirror is in order.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

What is it They Want

What is it they want;

To live under a bubble

Of pure shiny white?

Existing void of color

A Leave it to Beaver world.

 

Stirring up hatred,

This group or that is to blame,

Banish them for good.

Spy your own family tree

And you just might be amazed.

 

What are they after

When they’re stomping on the poor,

Calling them lazy,

Treating each as a moocher

Unworthy of compassion.

 

Perpetuating

Disgraceful stereotypes.

Shameless in their rant

African Americans,

Mexicans and the Chinese.

 

Supremacists rise

Rallying around their bile,

But they take no blame,

They’re taken out of context

They would like you to believe.

 

War, war, war, war, war

Look at their warmongering,

Death brings them such joy.

It’s not theirs that fight and die

They are ours, they’re yours and mine!

 

Privatize they cry,

Programs for the public good,

Vouchers for us all.

Business doesn’t work for us

It’s all about the profit.

 

FDR was right,

To enact social reforms

A cure for our ills.

Keeping the wealthy in check

For the benefit of all.

 

Watch as fortunes fall,

Not those of robber barons

But instead yours–mine.

The oligarchs won’t feel it

This is by their own design.

 

Sadly we’ve stepped back

Trusting our fates to the rich.

How foolish we are!

Painful lessons are ne’er learned

Thus are destined to repeat.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Living Wage

A living wage…

Is it too much to ask?

The unions fought for you,

Many died for you

Yet now you treat them as evil.

 

Who does this benefit?

Look at your stagnant wage,

Feel the fear of losing your job.

Each closed door meeting brings anxiety.

 

There is no loyalty from above,

Dollars and cents are their gods now.

You have been weakened and betrayed,

But you don’t see it…this is capitalism.

 

The promised trickle has all but dried up,

Living paycheck-to-paycheck your way of life.

Whatever happened to the middle class,

The comfortable life, retirement,

It is all just a dream relegated to history,

While the upper crust bathes in their gold.

 

Still you cast your ballot for your own demise.

Lower taxes will not bring you comfort,

Later retirement will not bring you joy,

Minimum wage will not support you,

Healthcare vouchers will not sustain you,

Social Security will not carry you to the end.

 

So what is it you want?

We are being ravaged at every turn,

Still you are too blind to see it.

Watch these buffoons on stage,

Telling you they care about you…the little man?

These millionaires and billionaires don’t care about you!

They only care for themselves

And their wealthy friends that bought them.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Another Season Approaches Fast

Another season approaches fast,

Not spring nor summer nor winter nor fall.

Storming in even quicker than the last,

Loud and obnoxious like the clarion call.

 

Choices are growing, with more each day,

Though one seems no better than the other.

Either red or blue what more can I say,

Neither would surely be my druther.

 

They care not the least for the common man,

It’s all about the silver and gold.

While we struggle on the best that we can,

They tell us what we want to be told.

 

This same cast of characters appears every four years,

Dressed in their Brooks Brothers suits.

Except we’ve added Hillary, a bold new frontier,

Taking her share of the loot.

 

Politics is messy and boring at times,

But there’s so much at stake for us all.

I know that it’s early to sound warning chimes,

Though it’s better too soon than to stall.

 

It’s not just the President, but local too,

It starts from the ground to the top.

Throwing up your hands saying what can I do,

That’s just how they hope you will stop.

 

There’s power in numbers if we all stand as one,

Big money can be beaten by the masses.

Let’s put them in their places before they’ve begun,

Stepping out from behind rose colored glasses.

 

This is our country no matter what they believe,

These thieves and liars and cheats.

Let us not have one more election to grieve,

By taking our demands to the streets.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Vultures Every One

Vultures every one, they pluck at the carcass.

Oh yes, it is dead and has been for some time,

But they choose to masquerade it in lively rhetoric.

Speaking not of how they will resuscitate the corpse

They prefer to spew bile at those they accuse of murdering it.

Solving nothing, they offer up a civics lesson as hope,

A promise of a return to days long gone by.

They know this can never be,

That we should never return to the cesspool of the past that got us here,

Still they desire with a selfish heart, to thrust this upon us.

No longer a land, by the people, of the people, for the people,

We have devolved into a country of the corporation,

By the corporation, for the corporation.

Our politicians, beholden to these behemoths disregard the people,

Believing their constituents too inept to notice.

Sadly, our elections show they are too often right.

Seats of government are filled with crazies, radicals and thieves

Looking to promote their own self-interests,

Their own delusional ideals,

The interests of those that bought their loyalty.

Their records show nothing but opposition to the other side,

No compromise, no debate, just blatant obstruction,

This they do, all the while claiming to be patriots and waving their tattered flags.

Perhaps we are as much to blame for this violent death as they.

Each vote cast inflicts another gangrenous wound on this once vibrant body.

I fear it too late for meaningful change.

Our young prefer social media and video games to interest in things political.

What the future holds is anyones guess,

But with crystal ball in hand I foretell a funeral, the body in shrouds,

No taps being played, no mourners present to pay their last respects,

They can’t because they are too busy texting and watching youtube to notice.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~