Can You Hear Their Cries In The Wind

Can you hear their cries in the wind?

Can you smell their desperation?

They fight change with venom,

Covering their adversaries in vile spittel.

Red faced with anger they create crisis

Instilling fear and loathing in the gullible.

Spewing hatred, they seek to divide

Driving a wedge between brothers.

Lurching in their death throes

They claw to remain relevant, but it is futile!

Time is progressing as it always has

While they remain mired in the muck of the past.

Just as the dinosaur was doomed to extinction

So to are they, except they do not yet realize it.

Farewell you carnivorous beasts.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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The Stage Has Been Set

The stage has been set

Clown car gassed up and ready

Right-wing rant begins

Offering few solutions

To the mess that they started

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Feeding On Our Fears

Feeding on our fears,

Our bones ripe for the picking,

Vultures every one.

Everyday a new horror

New people, places and things.

 

You must be gifted

WIth visions of the future

At your fingertips.

Can you sense the sarcasm

Dripping from each written word?

 

With an artist’s flare

You paint the grimmest picture

Of Hell here on earth

Done just for your benefit

And this nation’s war machine.

 

With impure motives

Your aim is not to protect

It is to profit,

Using blood as currency

To swell your coffers.

 

Now I must ask you

With sincere undue respect…

Define terrorist!

Not exclusive to Islam

So…if the shoe fits wear it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Times They Are A Changin

Times they are a changin,

An older guard struggles for relevance.

They long for the days of Reagan,

June Cleaver and Leave it to Beaver,

White picket fences and segregated neighborhoods,

Gays in the closet and women in the kitchen,

Marriage between one man one woman,

But O’ the times they are a changin.

Their anger turns extreme

Because their “perfect” little world is slipping away.

Reagan is gone,

But his policies live on that helped destroy this country,

Picket fences are in shambles after the housing collapse,

Racism is on your front page and you don’t like it,

The Cleavers and Leave it to Beaver

Are relegated to late night reruns…

Nobody buys this crap anymore,

Gays are our neighbors, they’re on TV, the radio, in politics…

The closet has been cleaned out,

Couches and fast food have left our kitchens cold and empty,

While John and Tom and Sue and Jane can say “I do” without shame.

So fight if you will, fight if you must, but…

O’ these times are a changin!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Fearmongers Abound

Fearmongers abound

Ebola, ISIS, healthcare

Scaring the masses

Nothing more than politics

Spread by corrupt media

“Fair and Balanced”, ha!

They all have an agenda

Manipulation

Not to report and inform

But to divide and conquer


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cries Come From The Hill (Tanka)

Cries come from the Hill

They’re coming to kill us all

Mystic Lindsey Graham

He doesn’t need any proof

He just reads his crystal ball

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

A Delusional Vision

By D. R. DiFrancesco

You say it’s for our own good,
You know better than us,
Claiming to be erudite,
But displaying nothing but contempt..

The mold you had cast,
Lies cracked and crumbling,
Still you try to force us to conform,
Assuming we are incompetent.

Hiding behind evangelical fervor,
You treat us as children,
Too naive and simple to surmise what is right,
Sinful beings needing your protection from ourselves.

When did we become so helpless,
You angry old men,
Surrounded by your white marble walls,
Casting retribution over your fiefdom.

Showing little veneration for the gentler sex,
You rule over them with feign compassion,
While valuing them as nothing more than objects,
What despots you are.

Under whose authority is love within your purview,
You look down upon those who do not believe as you do,
Regarding them as broken and immoral,
You vile creatures.

Do they not bleed as you do,
Are born innocent, live and die,
Crave love and acceptance as you do,
What makes you so self-righteous?

You despise those less fortunate,
Consistently questioning their ethics,
You claim they are lazy and felonious by nature,
Begging for alms at every turn.

Do not pretend to know them,
You have never visited their neighborhoods,
Struggled for your next meal,
You would not survive a day in their shoes.

“Pull yourself up by your bootstraps”, says you,
Your totalitarian battle cry,
Toil and sweat, and you can be like me,
Easily said from the pillowed comfort of your penthouse.

We are not like you,
Neither fate nor inheritance have looked favorably upon us,
Our labors scarcely provide for the bare necessities,
Still we have hope in our childrens futures..

Your greed and cold-heartedness have blinded you,
Morally corrupt,
Like the gluttonous tick you bleed society dry,
To build your delusional visions of utopia.