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
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~