Lush green against blue
Dormant maple springs to life
Birth of the season
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lush green against blue
Dormant maple springs to life
Birth of the season
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Problem…solution
Our history makes it clear
The Boston Tea Party
The same kind of oppression
A few hundred years later
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Loftiest of dreams cast into the shadows,
What is left to hope for?
Watching what we deem civilization crumble right before my eyes
I lament days gone by.
Overwhelming sadness pervades every waking hour;
I weep, though I weep not for me, but my progeny,
They shall inherit this chaos.
We were to be stewards protecting our world for the future;
We failed…instead we rape and pillage the earth for all that it has
Treading upon its inhabitants for our own profit.
What will be left to pass down, but devastation, war and famine;
The ugliness that we as a species have so ungraciously admitted,
Dwarfing the plagues of Biblical Egypt.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Adults are children
On each first day of April
Day of foolishness
Let the fun and games begin
How great to be kids again
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gravity defied
As silver birds reach the skies
Takeoffs and landings
If man’s truly meant to fly
He would sprout feathers and wings
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our tide, in great waves rolls out,
Back to a dark and murky ocean.
So long we have struggled to crawl from the slime
To a place of light and enlightenment in this New World.
Holding up the Statue of Liberty as a sign of hope,
As a sign of our lust for freedom and equality,
We are showered in a torrent of our own hypocrisy.
There are brothers and sisters among us
That still struggle for whole-hearted inclusion.
Cast to the fringes they are ostracized and criticized
For their God-instilled proclivities.
As men, who are we to be judge and jury of our peers,
This was not ordained upon us by the Creator!
Time and again we wander this rocky treacherous road
Seeking to impose man’s prejudices upon men.
Would Christ whom you hold so dear have been this cold,
Tossing his brethren out into the desert?
You dredge up this muck with arrogance under the guise of freedom
Plotting all the time to shackle others for your cause.
Put yourself in your adversaries shoes,
Do they not feel worn out and ragged?
Early in this twenty first century I was optimistic,
Hopeful that common sense and compassion would prevail,
But now I am left disgusted and embarrassed.
Is this what America has devolved into,
A nation of oppression, prejudice and inequality
Based on twisted interpretations of God?
A travesty we have become…indeed!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Through fire and rain
We emerge as better men
We call this thing…life
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Revered and reviled
In modernity and antiquity,
Very few realize she is dying.
Ever less grand she trickles;
Redirected for selfishness sake.
Justify as you will,
Only time will reveal your fate.
Reality will creep in upon you,
Draining your life blood
As you have drained hers…
Never realizing until its too late.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hesitant to rise
Sun’s fingers tickle my cheek
Warmth of a lover
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Summer upon us
The desert knows no seasons
With winter’s goodbye
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~