Lives lost–statistics–
Death scrolls on the news ticker,
We can’t feel their pain.
Vaccinated from the world
We live in ignorant bliss.
Do we really care?
Our own are an afterthought
In our decade wars.
How truly cold we’ve become
Trading life for apathy.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ blessed silence, how I long for thee,
Surrounded by ignorance and fools.
Blind to reality by refusing to see,
They’re being used as propagandist tools.
Is not an informed citizenry a wonderful thing,
With fact-based opinions at their core.
Sadly lost to the masses, they grasp for a ring,
Tarnished from a time long before.
It seems compassion’s lost to the hearts of fellow-men,
Leaving them cold with the worst traits thought past.
Rigid and hateful and unwilling to bend,
Claiming piety with iron-fist holding fast.
The softening of hearts would surely serve us well while still questioning those that lead us.
A sacred obligation as our founders did tell with diplomacy and respect to discuss.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The candle flickers
Growing ever more brilliant
As it burns through time
Not unlike my loving heart
Offered without condition
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nowhere and Everywhere,
All things and No-thing,
Master and Servant–God,
Acknowledging the Divine in you
Satisfies my soul
Teaching me to love others
Even more than myself.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Left alone
Stranded and starving
Walls confine
What to do
Surrounded by tenements
To fend for myself
~
Where am I
Where are my kinsmen
My bright coat
I’m barren
Afraid to show my true self
For fear of the ax
~
True sadness
Shows in every limb
Thin, haggard
Beyond frail
My fate clearly before me
A final fall draws near
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Bastet’s Shadorma Prompt – July 26, 2014
Sun and Rain (C) G.s.k. ’14
Galvanizing hate!
Bombs serve as propaganda
Scrolled in human blood.
Tears can’t wash away the pain
As the body count rises.
What is to be gained,
There cannot be a victor
Amongst this madness?
Only memories of death
Can survive in these ruins.
Animosity!
The progeny of warfare,
Perpetuated.
It is the subjugator–
Trapping us in violence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mushroom cloud of grey
Taking heavens center stage
~~ A storm approaches
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Violence begets violence,
Through blood and terrible pain.
Hatred begets hatred,
With every fallen name.
Actions in this moment
Last for generations to come
Long after reasons forgotten
Our passions still succumb.
Perpetuating animus
At the cost of innocent life
Caught in the crossfire
Stainless victims of this strife.
Given a moment of thought
Or a look in a childs face.
Would we be so rash
To kill instead of embrace.
Perhaps someday great wisdom
Will seed the hearts of man.
To recognize the evil
Exacted since time began.
The hope for lasting peace
Lives in my fondest dreams.
Though unlikely in this lifetime
Nor ever so it seems.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scattered amongst the ashes
A solitary flame flickers
Shedding light on the bleakness of this world.
Perhaps the next child born will be the one to save us from ourselves.
Each first breath offering hope
That our nescience is not irreparable.
Deeming ourselves civilized
We erect gauntlets against what does not fit our world view.
Denying climate change,
Though it stares us in the eye,
Forcing spiritual beliefs
All the while claiming discrimination,
Sloughing off cries of racism
Because admission would make us something less than human.
I see no light amongst the living–
Only more of the same driven by greed and selfishness.
If we are to be rescued it will be by a new guard,
One untainted by our perverted values,
One born with the humanity, the selflessness, the courage
To eradicate the filth that pollutes this planet
With their bastardized vision of God
And their gluttonous appetite for money.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scorched earth, tragic end
Dignity strewn far and wide
–No rest for the dead
Stranded in frozen boxcars
Awaiting man’s compassion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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