We dilute ourselves
Believing terrorism
Is new to our shores.
How ‘bout Oklahoma City,
The Olympic Park
Or Ted Kaczynski.
Maybe Newtown rings a bell
Perhaps Columbine;
A seemingly endless list
And not a single Muslim.
More often than not
Terrorists look just like you.
Scary isn’t it?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fear masquerading–
A disguise for the hatred
Lodged in feeble minds.
Isolationism calls
To quell the terror within.
Still you don’t see it,
You are giving them the win
And emboldening.
While we can’t change our sordid past
We can and must change our future
For the good of all mankind.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Home…where is it,
Everywhere, nowhere, our place of birth?
We can separate,
Travel far from where our roots were sown,
But those roots lie buried;
Dormant like the bear in winter
Only to sprout when we return some spring.
There is nothing like home!
We change, it changes
Yet beyond our differences we are the same.
Our blood flows red
Its earth flows brown, rich and enriching;
Drawing us back together
Like long lost brothers,
Like brothers who have never known each other,
Separated at birth then reunited as if never apart.
How strange it is this dichotomous relationship.
Tied together by eons, we deny our love,
Claiming separation while trapped in bondage.
Tell me…where is home?
It is in the filth, the change, the death of all we hold dear,
It is in what no one else can understand,
What flows through our veins, what feeds our souls,
What we will take to the grave when we die.
Home is who we are
Where we grew up no matter how distasteful,
A part of us, like our hearts and minds,
Something we will hate and cherish
Until our breath comes no more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Humanity cast aside by irrational fears
Are men, women and children to be left to die in the cold
To perish with no way forward and no way back
Reality supplanted by racism your justification
Every one of you should be ashamed
Demonizing what you don’t understand
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Just as time passes
So to do nature’s seasons
Winter comes calling
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Swells do roll and crest
Ever higher and deeper
In violent rage
Poseidon shows no mercy
In the face of man’s folly
He takes what is his
Via trident and tempest
As done for eons
Seafarers have felt his wrath
With their last breath and their souls
Neither steel nor wood
Doth offer them asylum
This is not his way
As he strangles his victims
To fill his watery grave
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Will we never learn
This incessant gun culture
Always ends with death
Each mass murder punctuates
Still nothing ever changes
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Time of transition
Inevitable as birth
This is not the end
It’s simply the beginning
Of your spirit’s next journey
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hope for our future
Lies not with the warmongers
They have lead us here
Killing is not the answer
It must be the last resort
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Maybe I missed it…
When we became anointed
Rulers of the world,
Taking nation’s resources,
Conquering their citizens.
And tell me for what?
Could it be for our profit
As it always is?
All the savages be damned
They can’t stop us anyway!
But the refugees,
The wars and the violence…
This isn’t our fault.
Why take blame for our actions
When you can blame someone else.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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