The disenfranchised
Looking to be powerful
Radicalism
Hopelessness and poverty
Feed this fast spreading cancer
Where does the blame lie
In the laps of governments
Religious fervor
Perhaps in weakness of mind
Our duty–cure the root cause
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The sun, moon and stars
Watch wide-eyed in amazement
Foolishness of man
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hollow promises
Saying what you want to hear
With no conviction
A politicians life blood
Hoping to get what they want
Then disappointment
The result of ignorance
Seems to surprise you
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Superstars a dime a dozen
Talent is optional
Anyone with a camera
Rates fifteen minutes of fame
Sadly they are venerated
The dumbing down of society has begun
Roses for the bachelorette
Untalented singers spoofing the Idol
Children performing dangerous stunts on the “Tube”
Killing what’s left of true stardom
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There is good and bad
In everything in this life
Be cautious with blame
It can destroy what is good
Just as easily as bad
Know the difference
Between what’s fact and fiction
Lives can hinge on it
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hatred breeds hatred
How do you think children learn
Taught in the womb…no
Children are blind to color
Until it’s been pointed out
You’re handing it down
Perpetuating the hate
By your words and deeds
You should hang your head in shame
…Ignorance is no excuse
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our freedom of speech
First amendment guarantee
That can be abused
Shouldn’t we use commonsense
By thinking before we speak
An open question
To those that antagonize
Think consequences
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky, canvas of blue
Bespectacled by wondrous birds
Melody of song
Sung naturally without urge
So often ignored by man
O’ the things we miss
Rushing in our meager lives
How terribly sad
Perhaps taking a moment
We’d realize what’s important
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Winding road of life
Each must make their own future
Thriving in the now
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Warm sun on my face
Desert breeze whisking my skin
Southwestern summer
The desert knows no seasons
For it is its own master
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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