In times of crisis
Forgetting to be thankful
Is easy to do
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Monthly Archives: June 2016
We Have Regressed
We have regressed.
What little progress we’ve made
Has been erased by hatred
And fools thrashing for power.
Watch the news,
See and hear the racist tools
Drooling over every word
Spewed by their xenophobic christ.
He has no answers,
He has no substance,
Yet they follow blindly
Like fairytale mice.
There is danger in words
Stoked by the fire of ego.
We are told to be afraid…
That threats loom in the shadows,
But this peril does not come from people of color,
Or Muslims,
Or gays;
No, the greatest danger
Comes from within.
McCarthy must be smiling from the grave
As his new disciple takes the stage.
From Hell surely he must be pleased.
God help us all.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hate Is Hate Is Hate
Hate is hate is hate
Whether homophobia
Or misogyny
Someone is bound to be hurt
With scars lasting a lifetime
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blood Red
Blood red,
The rainbow bleeds
A river born of hate.
You dare not question God,
He is perfect,
He is perfection by your own admission.
How then are they an abomination?
Are they not created by God,
Are they not flesh and blood and bone,
Are they not born,
Do they not die?
You…yes you are the blasphemers!
You will swim in the lake of fire on judgement day!
How dare you question God!
How dare you judge His perfect creations,
Taking their lives as if they were nothing.
If God truly is omnipotent,
Then they are just as worthy in His eye as you are,
Deserving the respect,
The honor
And the love
Afforded to all the children of God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Step Away And Breathe
Step away and breathe
It’s not as dark as it seems
Look for peace within
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Don’t Argue
Don’t argue with one
That clearly knows less than you
Grandpa’s wise advice
Sadly I forgot his words
And scuffled with a buffoon
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At What Point Doth Pain Subside
At what point doth pain subside
Of this I’ve oft times wondered.
Likely not ‘til the time I’ve died
Contrary wouldst be a blunder.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I Don’t Know What Truth Is Anymore
I don’t know what truth is anymore.
Our source of sanity has gone insane,
Their lies are sold to us like snake oil
And we are foolish enough to believe.
Informed citizens seem far and few between.
How sad…
Our founding fathers must be distressed
To see us floundering in this sea of lies.
Who will champion us back to reality?
Who has the courage to stand up to this lunacy?
I have no confidence in those who have been chosen!
They are but pawns or fools
Chosen by their parties, corrupt.
Something must change.
Revolution gnaws at our heels,
Begging us to submit.
Ask yourself…
When will we listen?
The opportunity has been laid at our feet,
But we have chosen to look away
Settling as we always do.
It looks like we will never learn.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In Life As In Death There Is Anonymity
In life as in death there is anonymity.
Do we really know anyone?
Do we really know their inner thoughts,
Their hopes and fears,
The crazy chaos of irrational notions
That swirl tornadic within?
We live amongst close strangers.
We call them friends, relatives, lovers.
We dine with them,
We commune with them,
We sleep with them,
We make love to them,
But we never really know them.
In life as in death there is anonymity
Just like a Potter’s field.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Racism
Reviled in the public’s eye
Acknowledged in back alleys and darkened rooms
Color, race and creed are offered up as fodder
In this election year repulsiveness has reared its head
Staining our image in the eyes of the world
Maybe this was the ugly secret we needed to keep hidden
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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