Can You Smell The Winds Of Change

Can you smell the winds of change?

Not confined by border or ethnicity;

It cares not about race, creed or color.

For so long the grass has been trampled,

Crushed under ornate boot heels,

Mowed down by the sharpest of blades

With no thought of the consequences.

Resilience is the way of nature.

Young shoots and saplings rebound,

They cannot be kept down.

Can you smell the winds of change

As they comes for you?

Your palaces and coffers cannot protect you,

Shuttered windows cannot save you,

We are not fooled by your fained sympathy,

Looking us in the eyes from marbled balconies

And lying through your yellowed teeth.

You do not know our condition!

You do not know our pain

As yours are the boots that have ground us to dust!

Take your hollow words and scream into the wind.

Choke on the vomit you spew,

Knowing that the end is near

And it is you that will be crushed

For all of the harm that you have done.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Fires Of Hell

The fires of Hell

Lurk within everyone’s deeds

Think before you act

You can’t take back what you’ve done

Once you’ve hurt the ones you love

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cross Fruited Plains The Wind Doth Blow

Cross fruited plains the wind doth blow

Though it seems we’ve lost our way.

When it will stop no one can know,

But it’s unlikely on that November day.

 

Our founders could not have foreseen the show

We see all around the clock.

Trump and Clinton round and round they go

For neither election’s a lock.

 

For one the issues seem no value to hold,

The other is wonky and stiff.

The first is cocky or so he’s been told,

Second each victory’s a gift

 

What have we done to get to this point, I really don’t know what to say.

This election is one that’s sure to disappoint, for the ones that don’t get their way.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Hand Cradled In Mine

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Hand cradled in mine

Warm breath leading to a kiss

How I know you’re mine

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Broken Hearts And Bones

Broken hearts and bones

Pain of body and of soul

No less torturous

What it means to be alive

In this material world

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Blackness In Moonlight

Blackness in moonlight

The stars bringing no comfort

Lost under Heaven

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Across The Great Pond

Across the great pond

Our brothers in arms struggle

With decision’s pain.

Their new reality looms

On an island all alone.

 

I don’t envy them,

In this turbulent hour,

The uncertainty

As reality sets in.

Promises can be fiction,

Unattainable

As proponents show

Just a day after.

Perhaps thoughts were not thought through

And the fallout considered.

 

But now it’s too late,

The ballots have been cast and

The results tallied.

Leaving is the decision

And there is no turning back.

 

What have you been through,

I would never claim to know.

Your lives are your own

Things are changing, less defined.

Leaving the past…difficult.

 

This is a big world

Where borders sometimes get blurred

And life chaotic.

None-the-less I wish the best

To our friends in the U.K.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Fight Carries On

The fight carries on

John Lewis reliving youth

Activist at heart

The last of a dying breed

Shouldn’t we just say thank you

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Impunity

Injustice lives on

Made evident by our courts

Poverty and racism feed its hunger

Until blood is spilled to satisfy

Nothing changes, civil rights are a myth

Insinuated to please the skeptics

Then in one fell swoop

Yet another innocent dies with no justice served

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Sat To Pray

I sat to pray

And screams of hate

Shattered the peace.

I question what I believe!

How can I prescribe to something

That judges…most un-Christlike,

The heart and soul of another;

Claiming to know the mind of God

And to speak with certain authority

On His behalf.

How hypocritical this seems!

Christ did not judge the beggar,

Nor the Samaritan;

He loved them both

And that was his lesson.

Sadly, you seem to have been deaf,

For you judge, most cruelly

Those that do not fit your view.

You proclaim to the Heavens your Christianity,

But clearly have forgotten the words of Christ

Written so plainly in Mark 12:31:

“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”

There is none other commandment greater than these.”

Surely you must be filled with self-loathing,

For treating another soul with such contempt

Defies God’s most precious command.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~