Our collective soul
Lies buried in the rubble
Of hate, greed and lies.
One day we will rise from ash
Like the fiery Phoenix.
Enlightened, wiser,
Perhaps we will see we’re one,
Made of flesh and bone.
How sad that we must suffer
Before we open our eyes.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Repent!
There is no repentance,
There is no civility only cruelty.
The cud we chew is our own
Regurgitated repeatedly
Until even we believe the vile spew.
This once great nation has become caustic
Poisoning the lifeblood of its citizens.
O’ how embarrassed I am
To be counted amongst you.
What we viewed as progress
Proved to be nothing but a facade.
The world sees us
Just as ugly as our past portrays.
We fool no one with our mask;
Smiling with our hand outstretched in friendship
Whilst clutching a dagger behind our backs.
Then, with great surprise, things turn sour!
We gasp in horror at the cruelty of our adversaries,
Castigating those we exploit.
In denial we consider ourselves blameless
Arrogantly condemning our victims.
Their hatred runs deep and their memories are long.
As we learn not from our mistakes,
Repeated over and over we achieve the same result,
Setting ablaze modern day Rome,
And leaving its citizens to flee in horror.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Bringing out the worst
The anonymity
Of technology
Accountability lost
Amongst the zeros and ones
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
‘Tis not the fragrant flower I once knew,
Pleasing to the senses,
Brightening the world with her effervescent palette.
Her silky petals crumble, fragile to the touch,
Falling like toxic ash in the putrid air.
She pollutes the earth that feeds her,
Poisoning her waters making them non potable.
Oh how her beautiful bouquet has mutated,
Turning ugly and angry in the midst of the garden.
Those not of her kind are suffocated as weeds,
Trampled, then pulled out by their roots.
Intolerant and hateful she has become,
The prick of her thorns has turned fatal.
Her beauty, now masticated by selfishness
Sets her on a path to destruction.
No longer prized, no longer admired,
She will be turned as mulch–
Into the soil from whence she came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thoughts are provoking
When voiced in arrogant tones
A putrid venom
Raising the ire of foes
Stinging the hearts allies
A higher standard
We aspire to be held
This has always been
Yet we bully and coerce
We push, shove and we degrade
They aren’t our children
We are not their guardians
Ego says elseways
Sometimes it’s best to step back
Letting cooler heads prevail
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Born of arrogance
Ego–bullying nations
Cultivating hate
Surprised when once allies turn
Never learning from the past
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A cataclysm
Things…
Not just any things, but everything
Erupting…
Spewing fire, rock, ash
Vesuvius in the flesh
Raining devastation in torrents
Emotions flooding
Consuming everyone…
Nothing is spared
Rage uncontrollable
Wielding immense power
Resulting in blood and tears
Those that worship are left in ruins
Blaming themselves…
Their actions for this travesty
Without shame
Destructive behavior persists
Until there was nothing left
Nothing, but ashes and rubble
And a legacy of carnage
That will last for generations
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
