Don’t argue with one
That clearly knows less than you
Grandpa’s wise advice
Sadly I forgot his words
And scuffled with a buffoon
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Don’t argue with one
That clearly knows less than you
Grandpa’s wise advice
Sadly I forgot his words
And scuffled with a buffoon
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I look upon such great divide
Families fighting through verbal battle
No middle ground, forced to choose sides
Opinions grasped like so much chattel
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Scarcely since Our Civil War
Have differences raised so much ire
Tell me–what is all the anger for
Fueling tinder to spark the fire
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Inundated torrent of adapted news
All with clearly chosen leanings
Partisan sides, a burning fuse
Caring not for truth or meaning
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We drink like cattle at the trough
Hearing what we choose to hear
Everyone else’s minds gone soft
Perpetuating mood of hate and fear
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One and all looking for someone to blame
Misplaced trust keeps fanning the fire
As rhetoric strives to focus their aim
Their lust for blood on a funeral pyre
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Once an asset was a public informed
Now we are led astray like sheep
Our minds and senses propaganda stormed
To the point we dream it in our sleep
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Questions arise, what liar to believe
None of them are worthy of trust
Making their quest to cheat and deceive
We pray their riches turn to rust
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When oh when will we ever learn
Its up to us to force a change
Instead, watching while we crash and burn
Isn’t our complacency rather strange
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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 ~~
I do not forsake my opinions
Nor do I feel need to come to their defense
I will not erect ramparts to protect them
I will take your barbs
Take the sting of your venom
Take the cuts and bruises
From your razor-sharp sarcasm
This I do with a smile
Biting my tongue
For fear of regrettable retort
Absorbing in silence
Your contrary views
Out of respect for you
Out of a right to form your thesis
As I would expect be offered me
Shocked and dismayed
It was not
This I will shoulder with grace
Never to diminish my love for you
Regardless of our divergence
These are merely words
At times fiery and inflammatory
Still…only words
That will never divide
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~