Threats Of Violence

Threats of violence,

Assassination condoned

Where is his outrage!

He stokes the fires of hatred

Ignoring consequences

This is disgusting

And must be squashed abruptly,

He’s clearly not fit!

Still crowds are cheering for him

Egging on his fickle rants

They are lunatics

Claiming to be patriots,

When did we devolve.

This election has choices

And Trump must not be the one!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

He’s Scorching The Earth

He’s scorching the earth;

Smell of sulfur permeates

From Hell’s fiery pit.

Long buried deep underground

His minions have arisen;

Blindly following

Abaddon’s vile deception

Like mindless rabble,

Anarchists legitimized

By the greatest deceiver.

 

Now’s the time for the

Thundering of the Shofar!

Time to declare war

In our fight for decency…

This nation’s identity.

 

We must not succumb

To conspiracy theories,

To the Fallen’s lies.

He will not be your savior

But instead your worst nightmare.

 

There’s still time…repent!,

Wake up before it’s too late

From this horrid dream.

We deserve better than this

Better than this Satan’s lies.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

America’s Hopes

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America’s hopes

Trumpled by a narcissist

We’re a laughing stock

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

So Beyond Belief

So beyond belief

Tell me, how far is too far

Man’s insanity

On display for all to see

Embarrassing our nation

 

His “locker room talk”

Objectifying women

Image…criminal

Insincere apology

As if it’s boys being boys

 

Victims come forward

Only to be called liars

Publicly abused

Assaulting them once again

Treating them as pariahs

 

Love him or hate him

Bill’s not running for office

Stand and be a man

Your words are on the record

It’s time to stop deflecting

 

You lie to your “fans”

Who excuse your behavior

As you said, you “love

The poorly educated”

You are a disgrace

 

When it’s all over

Hopefully you’ll disappear

From the nation’s sight

Leading your “deplorables”

To the Hell you’ve created

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cross Fruited Plains The Wind Doth Blow

Cross fruited plains the wind doth blow

Though it seems we’ve lost our way.

When it will stop no one can know,

But it’s unlikely on that November day.

 

Our founders could not have foreseen the show

We see all around the clock.

Trump and Clinton round and round they go

For neither election’s a lock.

 

For one the issues seem no value to hold,

The other is wonky and stiff.

The first is cocky or so he’s been told,

Second each victory’s a gift

 

What have we done to get to this point, I really don’t know what to say.

This election is one that’s sure to disappoint, for the ones that don’t get their way.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

It Was Funny Once

It was funny once,

But it isn’t funny now;

Personal attacks.

Congratulations! We are

The laughing-stock of the world.

Trying to look tough

We’ve made ourselves look foolish.

Racism and hate,

Islamophobia, greed,

We are an embarrassment.

This is uncalled for!

Leaders of the free world

Do not act this way.

Hop back into your clown

Cars and rejoin your circus.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Gates Of Hell Opened

Gates of Hell opened!

What lies in store for the damned

Who worship Satan?

His power grows with applause,

His insatiable ego

Thrives hearing his name.

Feeding off the ignorance

Of the cheering hordes

He spews hate with a smile

Leaving fans drooling for more.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fascists Among Us

Fascists among us

In the likes of Donald Trump

And his followers

A disgrace to humankind

Yet they live in denial

 

Gullibility

Prevailing in this nation…

In this century

Learning nothing in decades

We are destined to repeat

 

Showing no regret

Is what is most troubling

In this modern day

Racism and hatred live

In their violence and threats

 

Have we learned nothing

Showing little tolerance

What have we become

But laughing stocks of the world

And fodder for terrorists

 

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

One Man’s Memories

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One man’s memories

Selective and subjective

Just ask Mr. Trump

He can’t remember what he

Says from one day to the next

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~