Blood is on their hands,
Again choosing to do nothing
In the wake of death.
Guns serve as the golden calf
Glorified by these heathens.
They’ve whored themselves out,
Bought by the highest bidder,
John…the N.R.A.
Instead of the people’s work
They’ve sold us out for money.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Day to remember
Like so many seen lately…
Anniversary.
Nine murders in Charleston
Changed nothing in this country.
What has to happen
To stir the minds of Congress,
Perhaps a revolt…
One that cannot be ignored
Regardless of the money!
People have value,
Trumping the death peddlers
Who profit in blood.
Now another forty nine
The next anniversary.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Second amendment
Times do change and so must we
Guns aren’t the answer
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How many more have to die
Before we show some control
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Before I get any angry comments I’d like to make it clear that I am not anti-gun ownership. I do however, believe that assault style weapons are unnecessary for the average citizen to own for personal protection or otherwise. We continue to make excuses that banning assault weapons wouldn’t have changed anything and so our leaders have chosen to do nothing and as a result nothing has changed. We continue to see an increase in mass shootings and an ever greater amount of death with the murders weapon of choice…the assault weapon. When will one more death be too many?
I see the beauty
Surrounding in rainbow hues
Muted by the pain
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our politicians
Give thoughts and prayers for the dead
Round and round we go
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We have regressed.
What little progress we’ve made
Has been erased by hatred
And fools thrashing for power.
Watch the news,
See and hear the racist tools
Drooling over every word
Spewed by their xenophobic christ.
He has no answers,
He has no substance,
Yet they follow blindly
Like fairytale mice.
There is danger in words
Stoked by the fire of ego.
We are told to be afraid…
That threats loom in the shadows,
But this peril does not come from people of color,
Or Muslims,
Or gays;
No, the greatest danger
Comes from within.
McCarthy must be smiling from the grave
As his new disciple takes the stage.
From Hell surely he must be pleased.
God help us all.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
At what point doth pain subside
Of this I’ve oft times wondered.
Likely not ‘til the time I’ve died
Contrary wouldst be a blunder.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In life as in death there is anonymity.
Do we really know anyone?
Do we really know their inner thoughts,
Their hopes and fears,
The crazy chaos of irrational notions
That swirl tornadic within?
We live amongst close strangers.
We call them friends, relatives, lovers.
We dine with them,
We commune with them,
We sleep with them,
We make love to them,
But we never really know them.
In life as in death there is anonymity
Just like a Potter’s field.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There is nothing, but darkness ahead thick, black and cold. I can hear the growl of the demon that is tormenting me inching ever closer. Stumbling, I fall cracking my head on a rock. I can taste the blood as it trickles across my lips…I’m as good as dead.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
It speaks in tongues,
Jagged and cruel to the ear.
It gnaws at human flesh, my flesh
Carnivorous and cannibalistic,
Leaving scars deep within.
These scars, the blood I let is unseen,
Yet the tears are real,
Signs of the pain I’ve embraced
As a lover to his love.
O’ the excuses I’ve made
While revelling in my torment.
I’ve chosen not to go on,
To anchor my future to the misery of the past.
You would not have wanted this, I know,
But weakness and loss are all that I have left.
I understand them,
I take comfort in their constancy
Though they devastate my soul.
To love again would be far more than I could bear,
To smile at the new day would dilute me,
Partaking of joy in the joy of another would sacrifice me!
I am unworthy of romance, of passion
With a heart melancholy and corrupted..
Of this I am certain,
Fate whether by God or my own hand
Will haunt me until the day that I die.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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