Sullen is my heart
For the deaths of our brethren
And our enemies
In the end we gain nothing
But continued violence
Rejoice not in death
Instead mourn every life lost
With deepest regret
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Corn Woman’s Task by Sandi J. Ludescher Awake before the sun rises;
Bleary-eyed still resolute
No thanks are offered for her toil.
As she nudges her brood from slumber,
Calloused hands stroke the hair of her babies.
To gentle voice and loving words they wake
Casting acknowledging smiles skyward.
The aromatic scent of cornbread wafts from afar,
Inviting even at this early hour, tickling their tiny noses.
Ritual plays itself out day after day, morning after morning,
She would have it no other way.
This brood, her pride and joy is her life, her love, all that she lives for.
Every wrinkle like a path through time,
Each hair of gray that adorns her head
Are worn with pride and concern for them.
Her destiny and birthright lay before her, born for the love of her Brave…
These are her legacy.
What greater gift could a mother leave this world than her children, her culture
And Mother earth just as she found her.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Jeremy’s Daily Challenge – Picture This Monday 23 June
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Innocent victims
Children gone without a trace
We know the villains
Cowards preying on the young
Where is the world outrage
Each time it happens
It falls further down the screen
A ticker–its home
How sad we’ve become immune
To the plight of the helpless
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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History repeats
When in the hands of such fools
Yet we act as sheep
Why no popular outrage
Why no rolling of their heads
In conflict we lose
Covert forces we back turn
Unleashing turmoil
Whose weapons do they use…ours
Perpetuating terror
Al-Qaeda is ours
A monster we created
Now there is ISIS
Born of a foul petri dish
What could we have expected
When we choose to interfere
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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What is left of this experiment
Could it be that we failed intention
Selling it to the highest bidder?
Look at us!
Brother fighting against brother,
Ideals defined by television news,
By partisan writing,
By ignorance and lack of humanity.
Not relegated to one party or another
This is but a symptom of the disease.
A plague we allowed to ferment;
Feeding venomous pustules by blindness,
Blindness to surroundings,
Blindness to the lies we’ve been fed.
Beginning many years ago,
Blamed on the latest–current ruler,
Yet it is ever so misplaced.
Each is just the latest in a long line of failures
Given to us by their parties,
Held up as a choice to the people.
Choice…ha, this is but a facade,
Leaving the people to believe that they staked claim.
This is but a belief of fools,
Those that fail to realize they are pawns,
Misled and offered the promised land,
Finding that there is nothing but hollowness.
What does it take to awaken the populous?
Will it take total collapse?
Will it take blood?
Might it take revolution?
This is our right…our obligation;
When our system fails we are called to fight,
Called to change what is broken,
Beckoned to change what is fruitless.
Perhaps we have run our course,
Made a great attempt at political perfection,
Failing over a long period of time.
Every society has suffered;
Drowning in its own pomposity,
Leaving it vulnerable to suffer its own consequences.
What will it take;
Absolute and total collapse I propose.
Imploding on our own girth,
Collapsing under our own weight,
Then being consumed by our foes.
When will will realize our fate…?
Not until we are reduced
To nothing but skin and bones.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Wildflowers grow
Their seeds know no boundaries
Showing perfection
O’ the strength in their beauty
And the lessons we could learn
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Does grass strain to grow
Does the moon confront the sun
Does water struggle
Should we not be like all these
Conforming to our nature
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Fish out of water we are;
Acting courageously in the face of the unknown.
The mother bonds throughout the nine months,
Her instincts ingrained at birth.
Even though we put on the bravest of faces,
Reality and confusion set in…welcome to fatherhood.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
