Just Another Day in the Promised Land

Another day without paradise

Dom DiFrancesco

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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Dirty faces streaked with tears,

Revealing the shell of who they were,

In silence they live their greatest fears,

Passing by, you pray they do not stir.

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Their homes a box, a shantytown,

No cover from rain, sleet or snow,

Living with luck or fate torn down,

With arrogance you look away from those below.

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Sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers,

They too were once like you,

Annoyed you pass, you can’t be bothered,

With these paupers, beggars and shrews.

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They did not ask for their station in life,

For many, no fault of their own,

They huddle with daughter, son and wife,

On these sidewalks and alleys alone.

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Lift yourself up and make your own way,

With what, is a question to be asked,

Struggling to eat day to day,

There’s no time for their plight to be masked.

~~

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Dead Heart

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Dead Heart

 

Lonely hollow hearts do fare,

None see darkness in my soul   ;

And even less do care

For the empty crying hole.

A broken spirit weeping

Burnt more when wounded

Was already defeated.

 

Laughter not escapes my lips,

Blank void eyes blindly stare.

Slowly I have lost my grip,

As tortured soul is flayed bare.

 

Sanity deserts me,

Fleeing for a dark corner.

Incubi whispers crazy

Tempted I; a loner.

 

Now I hunger for more pain,

And with a knife draws rich blood,

Cuts my husk again ‘gain;

Away the life fluids flood,

Yet no life do they contain.

For in twisted torment;

In this broken black insane,

Life died very long ago,

And with it hope was spent.

 

Alan

-x-

05/07/04

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