With Irony I Look Back On July The Fourth

With irony I look back on July the fourth,

Commemorating separation from the British Crown.

Decrying aristocrats and their gorging worth

And the treatment of their subjects trampling down.

 

Open your eyes and look at us now,

Governed and judged by aristocrats galore.

Expected to beg, grovel and bow

Just as we did to King George before.

 

Over two hundred years we’ve learned nothing it’s clear

As again we submit to the court and its king.

Giving away what we should have held dear

For the promise of a golden ring.

 

This golden ring offered in hopes to divide

The right from the left I am sure

Confusing the masses with promises to provide

Answers to our problems through their cure.

 

But the cure is poisoned by their quest for greater wealth,

On the backs of those who can least afford.

Tricking them to believe by their dishonest stealth,

That there’s nothing but truth in their word.

 

Illusion and trickery is the game of the day,

Substance something long ago past.

Diverting ones blame is the partisan way,

Spewing venom as long as it lasts.

 

If truth does not sell then they coat it in lies,

Said long enough they’re bound to believe.

People are gullible say their political spies,

They’ll swallow whatever we conceive.

 

Free press is now gone in lieu of partisan hacks,

Towing their hate-filled party lines.

Convincing the audience that they’re watching their backs,

While raking in millions all the time.

 

With sadness I watch our republic disappear

Under the weight of corruption and greed.

Leaving the powerless amongst us I fear

To scratch and claw for all that they need.

 

Convinced they’re a burden and a waste of our time

Pretending that they don’t exist.

From their pit of despair alone they’re left to climb,

Should they fail it’s unlikely they’ll be missed.

 

America has lost the humanity it once had,

Trading it for profit and conceit.

Where helping one another was more than a fad,

It was a facet of what made us complete.

 

Deception is all part of the elites master plan

Pitting each man against his brother.

Feeding the masses as much fear as they can,

Blaming the cause on another.

 

Unless we take a stand, the ninety-nine percent,

Against the one percent we’ve allowed to rule us.

Expect nothing more than this we consent,

But to allow the bourgeois to fool us.

 

This my dear friends is my greatest fret,

With each and every fourth of July.

That under their thumbs, ever more we do get,

Until America shrivels up and dies.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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What Is Left Of This Experiment

What is left of this experiment

Could it be that we failed intention

Selling it to the highest bidder?

Look at us!

Brother fighting against brother,

Ideals defined by television news,

By partisan writing,

By ignorance and lack of humanity.

Not relegated to one party or another

This is but a symptom of the disease.

A plague we allowed to ferment;

Feeding venomous pustules by blindness,

Blindness to surroundings,

Blindness to the lies we’ve been fed.

Beginning many years ago,

Blamed on the latest–current ruler,

Yet it is ever so misplaced.

Each is just the latest in a long line of failures

Given to us by their parties,

Held up as a choice to the people.

Choice…ha, this is but a facade,

Leaving the people to believe that they staked claim.

This is but a belief of fools,

Those that fail to realize they are pawns,

Misled and offered the promised land,

Finding that there is nothing but hollowness.

What does it take to awaken the populous?

Will it take total collapse?

Will it take blood?

Might it take revolution?

This is our right…our obligation;

When our system fails we are called to fight,

Called to change what is broken,

Beckoned to change what is fruitless.

Perhaps we have run our course,

Made a great attempt at political perfection,

Failing over a long period of time.

Every society has suffered;

Drowning in its own pomposity,

Leaving it vulnerable to suffer its own consequences.

What will it take;

Absolute and total collapse I propose.

Imploding on our own girth,

Collapsing under our own weight,

Then being consumed by our foes.

When will will realize our fate…?

Not until we are reduced

To nothing but skin and bones.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Flames of Discontent

Flames of discontent,

Smoldering under a blanket of Nero’s kindling.

Are we to become Rome sinking under our own gluttonous weight?

Are we to burn under the tutelage of lesser emperors?

Are we perhaps on the road to our own Ides of March?

Such things have crossed my mind almost bringing me to tears.

We did not always live under this oppression, under this division

It is not just the emperor we despise, but the assassins draw our ire as well,

Begging the citizenry to act out.

We act out in separation through a system proving flawed, proving broken,

Causing us to wilt to more of the same.

Could it be that we are destined to be consumed by the inferno,

A later day Rome cast into the annals of history,

Reduced to ash sparked by our own inaction?

Perhaps it is best that we start anew,

As the youth of our “Grand Experiment” is exhibiting its fractures.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Look Upon Such Great Divide

I look upon such great divide

Families fighting through verbal battle

No middle ground, forced to choose sides

Opinions grasped like so much chattel

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Scarcely since Our Civil War

Have differences raised so much ire

Tell me–what is all the anger for

Fueling tinder to spark the fire

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Inundated torrent of adapted news

All with clearly chosen leanings

Partisan sides, a burning fuse

Caring not for truth or meaning

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We drink like cattle at the trough

Hearing what we choose to hear

Everyone else’s minds gone soft

Perpetuating mood of hate and fear

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One and all looking for someone to blame

Misplaced trust keeps fanning the fire

As rhetoric strives to focus their aim

Their lust for blood on a funeral pyre

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Once an asset was a public informed

Now we are led astray like sheep

Our minds and senses propaganda stormed

To the point we dream it in our sleep

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Questions arise, what liar to believe

None of them are worthy of trust

Making their quest to cheat and deceive

We pray their riches turn to rust

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When oh when will we ever learn

Its up to us to force a change

Instead, watching while we crash and burn

Isn’t our complacency rather strange

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Feel Not So Inspired

I feel not so inspired these days
The drudgery of our existence weighs heavy on me
Our division as a people
Who in times of crisis would unite
No longer seem capable of finding common ground
Certainly those that wish us harm must be in good humor
How foolish we must look
Dressed in our Sunday finest
Preaching…”In God We Trust!”
But trusting in no one but the self
I can do nothing to alter the fact
There is no election to hold
I can scream but no one can hear
Those in guilded monuments are deaf but to themselves
So here I sit with a cup of stale coffee
Choking down the morrning news
Chewing my nails to nubs in nervous anticipation
Only to be swallowed up in disappointment…again
Where are we going
I don’t think anyone knows
Those with the map…they too seem lost
Lost in their maze of arrogance
And we are the ones left in the darkness

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Brinkmanship of Fools

Brinkmanship of fools

Buffoons clutching at the rope

Game of Tug-O-War

A nation’s demise the prize

For their own self-interest

Not our finest hour

As default edges closer

A vicious cycle

Returned to our beginning

Tyranny and oppression

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hands Outstretched Across Aisle Hallowed

Hands outstretched across Aisle hallowed

Feigning sincerity and honest concern

Smiles and handshakes, there meaning shallow

Political mutiny from stem to stern

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Spoils for the taking a populace held hostage

Bends to their whim and their will

With head in the sand like proverbial ostrich

They cater to every tyrant and shill

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Too blind to notice or choosing not to see

Middle panders fringe left and then right

With no sense of reason what will be will be

Too beat down to put up a fight

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When self-interest takes over who holds the bag

Its the poor, elderly and non-essential

Defined by the very people who brag

That their views are the most consequential

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Left with a government who has shuttered their doors

We The People have nowhere to turn

Being held at the mercy of liars and whores

May their pinstripes and wingtips catch fire and burn

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Honestly looking upon the tragedy we face

On whom does the fault truly lie

Yes, on the rodents that inhabit this place

But also on the uninformed, uninvolved, you and I

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So when next we sit down and complain of our state

Look inside to what you have done

For without participation, this inevitable fate

Will consume and never be undone

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Its Hard to Believe

Its hard to believe that it is but a short dozen years

A dozen years since this world changed

Changed a nation and its ideals

The ideals founded on a promise gave way to extremism

An extremism not so unlike that of the terrorist

The terrorist has taken away our freedoms

Our freedom to assemble, our right to privacy

Privacy is a thing of the past taken away by our government

Our government says they must take it to protect us

Protect us from whom, who will protect us from them is the question

Questioning however, is taken as unpatriotic

Unpatriotic! This is our right and our duty as citizens

Citizens who have become nothing but pawns

Pawns to governmental corruption and big business

Business’ who are now treated as citizens by the Supreme Court

The Supreme Court who was supposed to keep the executive and legislative in check have let us down

Down are path I fear is collapsing

Collapsing with each step we take down the road

A road, one way, on which their is no return

Oh…to return our moral compass to true

Truly that would be our greatest strength

Strength of character, morals, of humanity that we so long ago lost

Lost to our greed, selfishness and intolerance

Intolerance for ourselves, other nations, other ideals

Ideals that were long deceased before September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001 was just another nail

A nail in a coffin already occupied

Occupied but not inescapable if we would try

Try to resurrect the intentions of our founding fathers

Fathers far wiser than the lot of thieves currently in office

Offices held by both parties

Parties that no longer represent the people

A people that deserve better

Better than to live without freedom, in oppression and under tyranny

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~