Tell Me

Tell me you are not moved,

Tell me the innocence does not stir your soul.

The joy in their youthful faces,

The way their eyes smile before the camera.

 

Tell me you don’t weep for the parents,

Tell me you don’t shed a tear for their tears,

The lose and the pain,

The feelings of helplessness.

 

Tell me this tragedy is justified,

Tell me this crime is ordained by God,

The cowards hiding behind religion,

The animals stealing the innocent for profit.

 

Tell me, why did the outrage take so long,

Tell me what the world is waiting for,

The children to fade from memory,

The guiltless to die.

 

Tell me they will be brought home safely,

Tell me they won’t remember the horror,

The torture of separation,

The terror of being alone.

 

Tell me this will not happen again,

Tell me that education is not a crime,

The girls are our future,

The criminals will be brought to justice.

 

Tell me…

Tell me if you can.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

To Those Gone Without A Trace

To those gone without a trace,

What were your last thoughts?

What did you see?

What did you here?

To the  Atheists, did you find God?

To the Christians, did you ask Christ to save you?

To the Muslims, did Allah forgive you your sins?

This is not an indictment,

I would asked for all of this and so much more.

Did you feel abandoned?

Did your life flash before your eyes?

Did you see the faces of loved ones?

Did you hear the laughter of your children?

Surely I would have felt all of these things.

These questions bring me to tears.

I don’t know what I would think as I sat helpless,

And in the end would it really matter

In the face of impending doom?

These answers float on the wind,

And drift with the changing tides,

In places without names, undiscovered.

Know that wherever you are,

We think about you,

Hoping that your final rest is in peace.

Lost at sea.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

These Dreams I Still Have

These dreams I still have

Remnants of a misspent youth

Still push me onward

Unlike many of our young

Lost and wandering

~

Have we been failures

Left to fend for themselves

Both parents labor

This unavoidable plague

With our children as victims

~

Our culture has changed

Families expendable

Futures uncertain

Their dreams are left in tatters

If they ever had any

~

These dreams I still have

Are for our children’s futures

Prosperous and full

As mine was when I was young

Not something left in the past

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~