Tumultuous times
Born of man’s own flawed design
Corrupt purity
Look at what we’ve created
Hatred, violence, killing
Pollution, disease
All in our quest for power
Leading to what end
We are murdering each other
We are killing our planet
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mind fading away
Ravaged by illness and age
Fate of so many
Such a sad state of affairs
Watching those we love forget
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Feeling so helpless
We’ve become total strangers
Passing in the night
Frustration steeped in sadness
Becomes our permanent state
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The silent killer
Ebola the fifth horsemen
Can we stop its reign
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Sanctity of life
Deepest sadness for the loss
Greatness never known
~~ 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 ~~
Looking down from the mountain
The lush valley below obscured,
Embraced by a sheet of ecru.
Stepping out for a breath of fresh air is a farce.
From below virtually unnoticeable,
Looking up all you can see is blue,
But the lungs know,
The eyes know,
The putrid smell gives it away.
How much more vivid would the sky be;
How much sweeter would the air be
Were it not for this festering cloud.
We are poisoned in the name of progress,
Bleeding the life blood from ourselves and our children.
So to leave the material as our legacy,
All the while destroying what is truly important
…Our planet.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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