Anger erupting like Nisyros

Unemployment and suicide on the rise

Still the Troika attacks

Testing the fortitude of the masses

Edging them ever closer to destruction

Reeling from each blow

Individuals and businesses collapse

Til the vultures come in for the scraps

Your country could be next on their hit list


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Do You See the Sloth in Slumber

Do you see the sloth in slumber

Ever exhausted in his laziness?

The world passes by;

His life and circumstances change

Right before his eyes, but he cares not.

His food becomes tainted by poison and profit,

His means of survival gets cut down from under him,

Yet these do not prod him to action.

Those charged with his care seek to destroy him.

They smile and whisper in their deceitful hushed tones

Then with a fury they beat him down from his limb.

O’ poor lowly sloth, if only you were the mighty tiger;

Perhaps then you would sink your fangs into these vultures,

Perhaps then you would arise and assume your role in this jungle,

But nay, you prefer to wile the hours away in blindness and lethargy.

Be not surprised upon awakening one day soon that your blissful paradise…

Has become a barren wasteland.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Pondering Things

Pondering things more now than ever

I’m finding out how little I know.

I don’t understand human nature;

Its incessant need for power,

Its unquenchable greed,

Its innate ability to hate,

Its thirst to subjugate others.

Look no farther than the news;

War is spreading at a rapid pace,

Our young men and women are sent to fight,

For what…our freedom?

Only true if freedom flows from a pump.

Their blood is being exchanged for oil,

Sounds criminal unless you are a capitalist.

Poverty is running rampant,

The rich are getting richer

While the middle-class drowns

And the poor are being mowed under.

Our children are sunk into debt

For the privilege of an education.

Education is not a privilege but a right,

Only a fool would think otherwise…

You laugh…

Well then, a fool I must be!

With no where else to turn

We look toward the government,

Corrupt, divisive, they are of no help.

No! Don’t dare pull the party card,

Your blind faith in either cesspool is deplorable.

Don’t think for a second that they care about us,

Most of us don’t have the money to buy that kind of loyalty.

These behemoths only tolerate us because they have to.

Lobbyists and corporations are their real audience

Purchasing the destruction of our environment,

Sending our jobs overseas,

Corralling wealth for the pleasure of the minority

All for the destruction of the majority.


In the end, what do I know?

I know what this country…this world could be,

It wouldn’t take much,

Just a little love,

A little compassion,

A little humanity,

But then…I am a dreamer

Who just realized…

How little I really know.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~



Cutting Costs

Cutting costs, streamline
Disability cut short
Not Obamacre
This is Scrooge-like thriftiness
Bancrupting the working man
Employees are cheap
Easily replaceable
Live in constant fear
Disagree and you are gone
The new American way

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


The Worker

You blame the unions,

You blame the American worker,

Moving your plants overseas.


You say we want too much.

Is a decent quality of life too much,

A living wage to raise our families.


You take no blame on yourself,

Your greedy shareholders,

Gnarled hands outstretched,

Grasping for a greater piece of the pie.


You cry, profits are down;

Consumers aren’t buying!

You take our jobs away

Giving them to those in the third world.


No job, no money, no spending,

Where is your logic?

You ask for more from us

Giving us less for our labors,

Yet our bleeding is still not enough.


Our blood, our sweat means nothing,

No longer are we people,

No longer do you show us loyalty.


Profits reign king in your corrupt world

And we are merely paupers,

Struggling in your greed poisoned kingdom.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~





Who are the fortunate ones

Who will be left out

No question more pertinent

In this most troubled of times

Was this the promise

Is this all we should expect

For all the effort

To be let down by country

When it’s help is needed most


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Boarded Windows

Boarded windows,

Graffiti covered,

Paint peeling,

Chain link rusted,

Grass overgrown,

Strewn with litter,

Sidewalks cracked,

Shutters hanging,

Door unhinged,

Doorbell silent,

No one home,

For Sale sign,

Bank owned,

No ones buying,

House after house,

Block after block

City after city,

All the same,

Plant closed,

Jobs left,

Gone for good,


What to do

Same old question,

Same old answer,

No food,

No home,

No job,

No one cares.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Welcome to the New Main Street – A Tanka

Hope springs eternal

Just a phrase to so many

Whose hope has faded

Left destitute and alone

Welcome to the new Main Street


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Take My Hand



A last look…Goodbye;

To this home we once called home.

Tossed out like garbage,

Circumstance counts for nothing.

Outcast by neighbors once friends.


Stranded on the streets.

Possibility for work

Without an address,

Hopeless beyond a nightmare.

Where will our family live?


In America

This happens far too often.

Promises broken,

Greed and profit motivate,

Leaving us impoverished.


Pick yourself up!”, cried,

By what?”, when you have nothing?

An offer to help,

A chance to practice what’s preached,

This is our sacred duty.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Pink Slip – A Tanka

Catatonic stare

“Sorry, we must let you go”

Hits like a brick wall

Slow, hard and painful at first

Then it numbs you to the core

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~