Fear of the future
A phobia most obscure
Consuming many
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Why be afraid of something
That happens by the second
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The breath of hatred
Resuscitates the weak man
Evil in the flesh
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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A man’s convictions
Shown in the eyes of Francis
And through his message
Kindness is not exclusive
It is yours for the giving
.~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Fields of history
Strewn with blood and with corpses
Religions finest
Left to rot in their God’s sun
Could it be no one was right
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Astral mystery
Mercury in retrograde
Its meaning is clear
Caution is most important
In all that we write or say
Maybe this advice
Would be wise throughout the year
Instead of just thrice
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
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There is a war though weapons are words,
A rallying cry to ignorant herds,
Of who to fear and who to blame,
The right they do fire with venomous aim.
What progress we’d made seems now reversed,
Like empires of old we may now be cursed,
To end up in ruins under gluttonous rule,
Forgetting the history we learned in school.
Living in denial those culprits it serves,
Lying and deceiving with icy steel nerves.
All for more profits like parasites they leach,
Thriving in the fact that their money is speech.
Distracting the people with treacherous claim,
From Middle East to Mexico these people they blame,
For jobs leaving home and the state of our nation
By blustering and mongering and thunderous oration.
Their facts they are thin or nonexistent at all,
“Take back the country” their clarion call.
Take us back to where I wish they would tell,
To segregation and intolerance by the hatred they sell.
“Earlier times” only serves if you’re white,
Blacks and hispanics and Muslims must fight
To be looked in the eye and on even plain
With the privileged Americans that view them a stain.
If this be the direction the capitalists must take
On the backs of the common man they push til they break
Then revolution again must be waged to finally break free
From the tyranny of Monarchs they so want to be.
This is our duty and a citizen’s right
To question and challenge and bring wrongs to light,
For failure to do so is submission to rule
Painting you and I as nothing but fools.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Last glint of sunlight
Bows to the consuming night
Two lovers embrace
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This is so sad and yet gives such an important message that there are still good people in this very mixed up world.
Park-ranger, Patrick Karabaranga, comforting a gorilla after it’s mother was killed by a poacher.
Location: Virunga National Park in the Democratic Republic of CongoConservation efforts have led to recent successes in restoring the wild gorilla population, but, as showcased by the heartbroken expressions on the faces of both the gorilla and the consoling park ranger, there is still much to be done.
To help the work that goes on at Virunga National Park, you can donate here.
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Posturing and belligerence weighs heavy in America.
Oligarchs and their minions speak their true hearts,
Little do they care about decency,
Ignorance replaces common sense…
This is the state of this union.
I do not understand when we digressed to these depths.
Could it be with the election of the first black President,
America’s prejudice finally bubbled back to the surface.
Locked away except in close circles
Little glimmers of ugliness rear their heads
Yearning to be brought into the daylight.
Could we really be this small and this hateful
Or is there hope that these pipers will lead their mice back to the shadows ,
Relegating them to Hell for the sins they speak.
Reasonableness seems to be all but lost!
Eliciting a response from the ill-informed is easy
Calling to to the lowest common denominator
This is truly sad when political correctness is deemed anything but kindness.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Look under rock and in darkened cave,
Delve into nightmares your wakings enslaved.
Tell me O’ tell me what is it you fear
In each thing you see and each that you hear.
News of invasion and hordes stoke your fire,
Of conspiracy theories you never do tire.
Immigrants scare you though ancestors were one
You hide behind barricades with knife and with gun.
In each person of color is seen a terrorist’s face
Afraid they will conquer your white Christian place.
How sad it is to live with terror neverending,
An old way of life you are always defending.
Change is but natural and always has been
And not loving they neighbor…well that’s still one of God’s sins.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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