Its Hard to Believe

Its hard to believe that it is but a short dozen years

A dozen years since this world changed

Changed a nation and its ideals

The ideals founded on a promise gave way to extremism

An extremism not so unlike that of the terrorist

The terrorist has taken away our freedoms

Our freedom to assemble, our right to privacy

Privacy is a thing of the past taken away by our government

Our government says they must take it to protect us

Protect us from whom, who will protect us from them is the question

Questioning however, is taken as unpatriotic

Unpatriotic! This is our right and our duty as citizens

Citizens who have become nothing but pawns

Pawns to governmental corruption and big business

Business’ who are now treated as citizens by the Supreme Court

The Supreme Court who was supposed to keep the executive and legislative in check have let us down

Down are path I fear is collapsing

Collapsing with each step we take down the road

A road, one way, on which their is no return

Oh…to return our moral compass to true

Truly that would be our greatest strength

Strength of character, morals, of humanity that we so long ago lost

Lost to our greed, selfishness and intolerance

Intolerance for ourselves, other nations, other ideals

Ideals that were long deceased before September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001 was just another nail

A nail in a coffin already occupied

Occupied but not inescapable if we would try

Try to resurrect the intentions of our founding fathers

Fathers far wiser than the lot of thieves currently in office

Offices held by both parties

Parties that no longer represent the people

A people that deserve better

Better than to live without freedom, in oppression and under tyranny


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In Remembrance – Haiku

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Bow your heads and pray,

Those lost on that tragic day,

Live on in our hearts.


The scattered debris,

Charred and lifeless in that field,

Breaking the silence.


The two titans fall,

Waking a sleeping giant,

From it’s lethargy.


A symbol of might,

Flame and confusion consume,

Still bravery shone.

The Anniversary

Freedom Tower NYC

By D. R. DiFrancesco

An anniversary,

Not so unlike the 10 before,

Unhappy and unpleasant as it saunters by.

We take time to remember where we were,

When we first saw the images splashed across our screens,

When we shed our first tear.

You didn’t have to know anyone personally,

Still you knew everyone personally,

We were brothers and sisters by birth or naturalization.

Seeing the towers fall,

The Pentagon our symbol of power ablaze,

Flight 93 reduced to a burning debris field wrenched at our hearts.

First responders covered in dust,

Survivors disheveled, awash in blood,

Wandering aimlessly, trying to grasp the magnitude of the situation.

Incomprehensible…yet bravery abounded,

Stories of heroism and self-sacrifice,

Overshadowing the cowardice of the act.

A monument to our resolve rises,

Out of the smoke and ash, a tribute to the lost,

We will not be broken.

We remember the 2, 977 victims of this day,

As the names are read and the prays are spoken,

New tears are shed out of sadness and out of pride.

We will never falter,

We will never forget,

We are Americans…

God Bless America!