How Did We Arrive On This Vile Path

How did we arrive on this vile path

Where fiction and fantasy meet?

Justified in spewing their putrid rath

In droves before our feet.

 

They peddle not, in truth tis true

But little this seems to matter.

Sooner or later this stance they’ll rue

Once their illusions are shattered.

 

Never shall I understand the blind allure

Of a pompous and childish ass.

To lead the free world with temperament sure

There’s no room for any morass.

 

Dark are the days ahead for us, a once great and powerful nation.

For empires become superfluous, with righteous indignation.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Our Collective Soul

Our collective soul

Lies buried in the rubble

Of hate, greed and lies.

 

One day we will rise from ash

Like the fiery Phoenix.

 

Enlightened, wiser,

Perhaps we will see we’re one,

Made of flesh and bone.

 

How sad that we must suffer

Before we open our eyes.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Maybe I Missed It…

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Maybe I missed it…

When we became anointed

Rulers of the world,

Taking nation’s resources,

Conquering their citizens.

 

And tell me for what?

Could it be for our profit

As it always is?

All the savages be damned

They can’t stop us anyway!

 

But the refugees,

The wars and the violence…

This isn’t our fault.

Why take blame for our actions

When you can blame someone else.

 

~~ 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 ~~

Our Stars and Stripes Raised

Our Stars and Stripes raised

After being exiled

For fifty four years.

Ineffective policy

Has finally been ended.

 

Dissidents upset

Obama is selling out,

They’re completely wrong.

We have embraced the Chinese

Condoning communism.

 

Where is their outrage,

Aren’t they just as oppressive…

Maybe even more?

Where money and profits live

We’ll always turn a blind eye.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Hawks Call For More War

Hawks call for more war

A peaceful resolution

Is the last resort

Someone I think is confused

When shedding blood is first choice

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Loftiest of Dreams

Loftiest of dreams cast into the shadows,

What is left to hope for?

Watching what we deem civilization crumble right before my eyes

I lament days gone by.

Overwhelming sadness pervades every waking hour;

I weep, though I weep not for me, but my progeny,

They shall inherit this chaos.

We were to be stewards protecting our world for the future;

We failed…instead we rape and pillage the earth for all that it has

Treading upon its inhabitants for our own profit.

What will be left to pass down, but devastation, war and famine;

The ugliness that we as a species have so ungraciously admitted,

Dwarfing the plagues of Biblical Egypt.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Hark The Herold Angels Sing

Hark the Herold Angels Sing,

Though now it falls on deaf ears.

Ushering in the Heavenly King,

Whose death no longer brings tears.

 

Lessons he taught in Gospels treasured,

Of peace and goodwill toward men.

Is doled out in statement of profits measured,

Beating records for sales once again.

 

Magi of old Bethlehem Star they followed,

With precious gifts to give to their Lord.

Today Christmas’ meaning has truly been hollowed,

With Black Friday and doorbusters for the hoards.

 

The birth of God’s Son in manger mild,

Welcoming the promise of old.

We’ve forgotten the gift of Heaven’s Child,

Preferring what’s bought and what’s sold.

 

Maybe it’s time to bring Christ back to Christmas,

Just where he always meant to live.

Before it’s too late and it’s meaning has passed,

Instead of receiving it’s best that we give.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

In This Gilded Age

In this gilded age

What is old is new again.

Worship of the golden calf

Has supplanted our rights.

Blood shed over these many years

Washed away with the bleach of power.

Fault lies squarely with us,

We allow their deceptions to dissuade.

Staying home we complain

Or cast vote against our own interest.

Each time we give them greater power

Plunging ourselves ever deeper into their pit.

How long will it be before it is too late,

When our eyes are so shielded as to be blind.

You think they are not displaying hateful smiles;

Proud of their accomplishments…

Give yourselves a pat on the back.

You believe that they care about you;

Their coffers are their only love.

Spending to kill their opposition…

This is their way and you are but pawns.

Their complicit media does nothing to inform,

Deceiving and perpetuating their propaganda.

With a populace too lazy to seek the truth,

They are easily swooned by soundbites.

Repeat them often enough and people believe,

How sad this truly is.

We base decisions on 140 characters…or less,

We take statements as fact from anonymous sources.

As a people, we claim to appreciate due diligence,

But not when it comes to those that govern us.

Quick to believe rumors, mass emails and tweets,

We call ourselves informed.

What is it Jefferson said about an enlightened citizenry?

“…it is indispensable for the proper functioning of a republic.”

Many of us have proved to be a disappointment…

Social media is not enough, soundbites are not enough;

Ignorance is not an excuse!

You shout your patriotism as if it’s fact

While wrapping yourself in the American flag.

Meanwhile you seek to distance yourself from the poor,

Treating them all as abusers of our system, a drain on society,

Unworthy of saving….better left for dead.

Our health and security you put on the chopping block

Or sell off for the profit of privateers.

You desire to corporatize the education of our young

For so long a public mainstay,

Now raped and pillaged then labeled dysfunctional.

You should be ashamed!

Every institution we hold dear is up for sale.

One day as you enter your sunset years

You will look back, perhaps longingly

And wish for those things that you slaughtered

Out of pure ignorance and deadliest of sins

–Greed.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~