Turning a blind eye
Gives momentary relief
But changes nothing
Only actions gets results
Poverty kills if ignored
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There are times when I’ve forgotten why I’m here.
So much is happening around me yet I feel powerless.
Overwhelmed, at times I wish to bury my head in the sand,
But this is not me!
I refuse to sit idly by, while others contribute?
I am not helpless!
I cannot be a passive observer of injustice,
As this would make me no better than they.
I will not stand by, oblivious to the callousness of man,
For what kind of man would that make me.
These are the enabler’s of genocide and war,
Bigotry, hatred and inequality toward our equals,
Repression of those of lesser will,
Arrogance and ignorance,
I will take no part in these travesties!
I do not need God to beseech of me,
For I already know what is right and good.
With this I will find my way on the straightened path,
My moral compass to guide me,
In my journey to affect change.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
These dreams I still have
Remnants of a misspent youth
Still push me onward
Unlike many of our young
Lost and wandering
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Have we been failures
Left to fend for themselves
Both parents labor
This unavoidable plague
With our children as victims
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Our culture has changed
Families expendable
Futures uncertain
Their dreams are left in tatters
If they ever had any
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These dreams I still have
Are for our children’s futures
Prosperous and full
As mine was when I was young
Not something left in the past
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trapped in an interminable succession,
Love, hate,
Happiness, sadness,
Joy, anger
Tolerant, intolerant,
Fear, confidence,
Belief, disbelief.
This cyclone of existence, bleeds me from the inside,
Every ounce of energy expended to maintain equilibrium.
Ups, downs,
Highs, lows,
Gravitating my emotions in tumultuous ways,
Exhausting my spirit to the soul’s core.
I am left a molten mass,
Raw nerves exposed to open air,
Sensitive to every sensation,
Yet helpless to defend.
I guess I really am human after all.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Of this, I am as guilty as the rest.
Topics varied as politics or religion,
Taught at an early age never to discuss,
These are like powerful earth magnets
To man’s simple mind.
I am of the opinion that no two subjects can be
any more divisive than these.
Turning the mildest of men into mortal enemies
with the slip of the tongue.
I am not immune to this foible,
At times a slip, whilst other times
Thrown in venomous rage.
Can any one of us claim to have not done the same?
If yes…then they most certainly are liars.
What astounds is the passion,
Like that ensconced in two young lovers,
that politics and religion invoke.
Taunting red-faced opponents to spar
In a Battle Royale.
I have been both victor and defeated
In these most epic of battles.
Still I have not been deterred,
For my conscience would not allow it.
I have been the red-faced.
I have raised, nay, shouted to drown out my adversary,
Unwilling to consider an alternate view.
Oh yes…I have been guilty of tossing civility aside,
Of mannerisms befitting a child.
Would not a civil conversation have borne greater fruit?
Perhaps…perhaps not.
I have, as yet,, been unable to reign in my passions.
Remaining a convict to my own convictions,
I hope to one day receive parole
To discuss my opinions with ardor and civility.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~