Look at our future.
Will it be one of terror
Frightening our young
Or will it be one of hope.
Shouldn’t it be obvious?
I question mankind,
So very illogical
In his foolish ways.
Repeating failed history
With the very same results.
So lets march our way
On this road to destruction
Like the sheep we are;
Believing all that we hear
Into the fateful abyss.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Circle, circle, circle down
Until he lands upon the ground
Landing softly, though graceful not
Tossing and turning in his resting spot
Mesmerized am I at this sacred show
By this tiny creature in final throes
Years gone by I’d have taken its life
Believing it kind to end his strife
Was this really ever my place at all
To live or die was never my call
On the Divine life and death does rest
Deferring to Him is surely best
Now I just sit and watch amazed
As his spirit enters its final phase
Never interfering or imposing my will
I watch as his little body grows quietly still
This tiny bee is no less than man
I’m certain it’s true in the Creator’s plan
So I’ll bid farewell for now my friend
Until someday we meet again
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sanctity of life
Deepest sadness for the loss
Greatness never known
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How is it that we managed to survive this long
Using violence against others indiscriminately
Maiming, killing for the sake of oil and profit
Are we really that cold and uncivilized
No excuse can convince me otherwise
I mourn the loss of all human life
Their families given little time to grieve
Yells for mercy are met with yet another bomb
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This walk amongst the dead.
This dance with mortality.
Partnered with those that believe they will live forever.
Gathering, greedily hoarding every last cent
They race to the pinnacle of their professions
At the expense of those they deem competition,
Trampling anyone who gets in their way.
Fattened as the calf bank accounts swell as do their bellies.
Designer clothes and jewelry adorn their swollen vessels.
No thought do they give to the rest of humanity;
Their fellow man is but an impedance to future success.
They have no time for them,
No time for their mates nor their children,
No time for their brothers and sisters that share this earth.
What is their endgame?
When is enough, enough?
They don’t realize that they are already dead,
Dead to the world, their mates and their children.
Paupers as they were at birth
With their final blink there will be no wealth,
No grand houses,
No designer clothes,
No jewelry;
No one will weep on their pine box.
When the last shovel-full of dirt is thrown on their grave
They will be utterly alone, naked and penniless
–Before their Maker.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We stand in arrogance,
Our own world–the only world
Feeling not the pain of others.
We are removed, unsympathetic, unconcerned,
It does not touch our lives.
You cannot touch video.
You cannot smell the written word.
You cannot taste their anguish.
Too far separated are we!
It is not real though we know it is,
Allowing oceans to separate safety from reality.
Sit quietly in the warmth and comfort of your homes,
Sip your coffee, piping hot and fresh,
Enjoy the bounty of the food that surrounds you,
Sleep well in the softness of your bed,
Watch your news,
Read your paper,
Pretend that all is right with the world,
But remember distance is merely an illusion.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The ghostly killer
Whose silent voyage complete
Rests within our shores
The price paid for our freedom
The cost of humanity
Testing fortitude
Will we practice what we preach
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A new day begins,
Mine to make of as I please
Or let swallow me.
To live or die at its hand–
My only care in this world.
What choice should I make?
This should be oh so simple
Yet still I struggle.
I seek magical answers
When life stands right before me.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
From dusk until dawn
I live in dreamless torment
Cold–black is my night
Where do I go in slumber
When I am invisible
I can’t remember
My travels have been wiped clean
This terrifies me
Is this what death will be like
A blackboard erased from time
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Erased–blood stains and voices
Roadway washed clean by rain
Anger and outrage quelled
Silenced by media’s waning interest
Under the ground in which he’s buried roots still grow
Racism–spreading like crabgrass
Eviscerating the people of justice.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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