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 ~~

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Revolution

Release the downtrodden

Ever held captive by the oligarchs

Voices stifled by their greed

Only the masses can free them

Let loose on the monsters that key their shackles

Until this is realized nothing will change

Take heed of these words

Indulge in their wisdom as our fathers foretold

Only then will we regain what has been lost

Never to lose it again…unless we revel in comfort

 

~~ 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 ~~

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 ~~

Suffocated (Acrostic)

Slowly–we are drowning

Under the weight of our own pomposity

Foolishly choking our humanity with laws

Failing to realize our divinity

Overcompensating

Could we not, would we not, if…

Allowed to live as we were designed

Think for ourselves

Ending domination by the oligarchy

Determining our own intention

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~