What is my calling
To speak for those that are mute
Injecting logic
In this illogical world
Fighting the way I know how
With pen and paper
The written is the sword
I wield with honor
Far mightier than the tongue
Brandished til the day I die
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To speak one’s mind, though respectfully is our right
Not to belittle, degrade or to fight
Civilized discourse is the much desired path
As opposed to yelling, screaming and fiery wrath
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Little is solved through righteous indignation
Ushered on through prideful inflation
To say one’s piece then give another a chance
Its likely the opinion imparted will enhance
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To disagree is common in life I propose
But civility is preferred, surely can’t be opposed
Our differences shared spice up this world
While insults cause more harm than good when hurled
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Opinions I’ve spoke change from day to day
Its odd how that works the minds funny that way
While I try to follow the advice offered above
Sometimes I go over the edge showing anything but love
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I try to give heed to another’s personal views
At times I fail miserable, though not what I would choose
This is human nature, be conscious of the fact
Because once its put out there you can never take it back.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Of this, I am as guilty as the rest.
Topics varied as politics or religion,
Taught at an early age never to discuss,
These are like powerful earth magnets
To man’s simple mind.
I am of the opinion that no two subjects can be
any more divisive than these.
Turning the mildest of men into mortal enemies
with the slip of the tongue.
I am not immune to this foible,
At times a slip, whilst other times
Thrown in venomous rage.
Can any one of us claim to have not done the same?
If yes…then they most certainly are liars.
What astounds is the passion,
Like that ensconced in two young lovers,
that politics and religion invoke.
Taunting red-faced opponents to spar
In a Battle Royale.
I have been both victor and defeated
In these most epic of battles.
Still I have not been deterred,
For my conscience would not allow it.
I have been the red-faced.
I have raised, nay, shouted to drown out my adversary,
Unwilling to consider an alternate view.
Oh yes…I have been guilty of tossing civility aside,
Of mannerisms befitting a child.
Would not a civil conversation have borne greater fruit?
Perhaps…perhaps not.
I have, as yet,, been unable to reign in my passions.
Remaining a convict to my own convictions,
I hope to one day receive parole
To discuss my opinions with ardor and civility.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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