As sense of purpose
Isn’t that what we all want
It seems so simple
Still we ignore what we know
Because malice is easier
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: hate
Criminializing
Criminalizing
Through state-sanctioned prejudice
“Gay” is not a crime
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A nation in regression
Will be ravaged from within
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Symbol Of Greatness
Symbol of greatness
Tarnished by greed and hatred.
A once proud people
Sinks deeper into ruin
While wearing a clueless stare.
They would be appalled
If only they were conscious,
But alas they aren’t
Choosing instead to live lies
Propagandized by tyrants.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look Into Their Eyes
Look into their eyes,
Can you see the glory in their souls,
Do you feel the oneness…
Their fibers intertwined with yours in this earthly plane?
Journey deep within,
It is there,
Hiding where it has always been…
Your humanity.
I do not believe in your hatred!
How can you look into the eyes of a child
And wish them harm?
How can you hear the cries of a mother for her son
And deny her pain?
How can a line drawn in the sand
Damn a man to certain death in the vicious desert?
Is their blood not red as yours?
Feel the beat of your own heart,
See beyond what your narrow vision shows,
Realize that you are nothing more than them!
Judgement day will reveal your fate by word and deed
Leaving you to find that YOU–
Just may be the least among men.
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Disappointment Looms
Disappointment looms
As politics turn ugly
Fickleness of man
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Danger From Within
Danger from within
Irrational fear monger
Stirs the racist pot
Over inflated egos
Will be this nation’s downfall
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Shadow Hovering
Shadow hovering,
Masked as national concern,
Arrogant bastard!
Caring not who he offends
As long as his ego is served.
What have we become?
Does not humility count?
Hate does not serve us,
It only serves to inflame
Defining an us and them.
He speaks of greatness,
Uniting America
While he divides us!
Tell me! What’s the attraction
To this thinly skinned buffoon.
The answer’s simple;
He appeals to the lowest
Animal instincts;
Making it okay to hate
Those who they don’t understand.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look Within Your Heart My Wayward Son
Look within your heart my wayward son
To where your ancestry lies
At gun’s molten barrel the war won’t be won
No matter how hard you might try
Where did your fathers and mothers come from
No doubt from a long distant shore
Once arriving in America their journey’d begun
Facing more than their hopes bargained for
Fiery rhetoric from the ignorant right
Does nothing but insight hate filled fear
Isolating newcomers who fled terrors fight
Disillusioning their wish to be here
It’s amazing how little this nation’s progressed
Seeing prejudice and racism rear their heads
Taking one step forward then two we regress
Giving in to the hate mongers dread
Perhaps it is time we holster our guns
And temper our fork tongued speech
Instead doing what America should have done
Practicing exactly what we preach
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Home
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 ~~
I Can Hear Him Laugh
I can hear him laugh
Saying whatever he wants
Both vile and cruel
Through his puckered hateful lips
What does Trump care, he is rich
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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