Confederate flag–
Symbol of our darkest time,
Human slavery.
Prideful in their ignorance
There are those still full of hate.
Don’t they understand,
There are wounds as yet unhealed–
Open and bleeding.
Each raising stings of poured salt
In an already deep gash.
I weep for their pain.
Have they not suffered enough
At your racist hands?
The shame is you don’t see it
Being blinded by false pride.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Darkness falls upon angel choir
Heaven mourns the funeral pyre.
Senseless death, skins evening shade
With their lives by hatred paid.
No justification nor reason exists
For racism and prejudice to persist.
The sixties clearly were not the end
For Black Lives Matter we must defend.
How sad it is hate thrives this day
Hunting others like birds of prey.
The south has risen, of this I fear
Though reason why is not so clear.
As house of God nor fortress strong
Could save their lives from evil long.
Nay, I did not know them, but it matters not
They did not deserve this deadly plot.
I mourn this day for humanities loss
As beautiful lives have paid the cost
Again and again hate rears its head
And every time folks wind up dead
Ask this question, if you think you can
Is this really the promised land?
For some perhaps, but others no
This is no sitcom or drama show.
These lives are real they’re flesh and blood
They need not perish in a godless flood.
Perhaps if we stand against hatreds rule
We’ll cast them down into the fiery pool.
And raise this nation into Heaven’s light
By doing what we know is truly right.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Anger of a man
Lashing out at the world,
Perhaps it’s sadness.
He’s being eaten from inside
And left for dead by mankind.
.
Hastily judging
Simple feeds the savage beast.
Leaving him a shell,
Unrecognizable to
Friends and family alike.
.
Such a waste is this
When each life is so precious
To cast it aside.
Leaving him alone to die
Amongst the concrete and cold.
.
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Field of dreams mowed down
Crushed by decades of abuse
Reagan’s legacy
Trickle-down economics
Massacred the middle-class
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve lost my passion
I hope only for a while
Words flow less freely
Both mouth and mind are tongue-tied
Which causes me such great pain
Perhaps I need rest
Time to think and gather thoughts
Away from the screen
Putting pen back to paper
Maybe the old ways are best
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Raging waters run
The tiniest stream docile
Until the rains come
Taking with them our loved ones
Then receding to calmness
Such is the fury
Of nature at her harshest
A sad reminder
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Things of dreams, of hopes,
This life I live and all that I have,
The promise of America, a ghost long dead.
Stripped of humanity, stripped of dignity, I see the pain in her eyes;
Mine tear for her, for the psychopath she has become,
She hates her children, punishing them for their ignorance.
But who is to blame, we’ve offered our souls to the Devil with each election,
Perpetuating our own destruction, more of the same does not breed change.
Perhaps I am guilty as any choosing to write as my protest.
Is my hope to inspire sufficient?
Only time will tell.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gambling wages
Praying for triple sevens
The house always wins
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
“Thanks for your service”,
Offered by friends to my son.
“It’s not about me”
His reply with a kind, but…
Instead it’s about
Those we can no longer thank
Because they are gone.
Please thank those still with us
And remember those who’ve past.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Punishing the poor
Do you feel superior
From your golden throne
Taking all they have from them
Including their dignity
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 