Torture inhuman
Perpetuating killing
Revenge not so sweet
Justify it as you wish
It only breeds more hatred
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Happiness (Acrostic)
Has there not been enough killing, enough hate
All centered around religious faith?
Perhaps kindness and love would be a better solution;
Plying our ingenuity to the pursuits of peace and joy
Instead of weapons of human destruction.
Never has there been such a proliferation!
Ever more I believe the right path is unfettered love,
Something we are born with, but many of us lose through cynicism.
Strive to regain it and you may witness the rebirth of childlike joy.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This Walk Amongst The Dead
This walk amongst the dead.
This dance with mortality.
Partnered with those that believe they will live forever.
Gathering, greedily hoarding every last cent
They race to the pinnacle of their professions
At the expense of those they deem competition,
Trampling anyone who gets in their way.
Fattened as the calf bank accounts swell as do their bellies.
Designer clothes and jewelry adorn their swollen vessels.
No thought do they give to the rest of humanity;
Their fellow man is but an impedance to future success.
They have no time for them,
No time for their mates nor their children,
No time for their brothers and sisters that share this earth.
What is their endgame?
When is enough, enough?
They don’t realize that they are already dead,
Dead to the world, their mates and their children.
Paupers as they were at birth
With their final blink there will be no wealth,
No grand houses,
No designer clothes,
No jewelry;
No one will weep on their pine box.
When the last shovel-full of dirt is thrown on their grave
They will be utterly alone, naked and penniless
–Before their Maker.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Segregating Ourselves
Republican, democrat,
Black, white,
Feminist, chauvinist,
Gay, straight,
Religious, atheist,
Liberal, conservative,
Pacifist, warmonger,
Proletariat, capitalist,
Pro-life, pro-choice,
Rich, poor,
Extremist, moderate,
Old, young,
Patriotic, unpatriotic,
Native, immigrant,
We spend so much time segregating ourselves into categories,
That we forget we are all the same.
We are born, we live and then we die,
This is non-negotiable.
Maybe if took the time to walk in our brother’s shoes
We would be less hurried to take vengeance
And this world would be a more peaceful and beautiful place.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
In Love There Is Peace (Tanka)
In love there is peace
No religion disputes that
Only man does this
Bastardizing all that’s good
For his own twisted purpose
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blackened Heart Draws Blood (Tanka)
Blackened hearts draw blood
Cross and careless with their words
Hate grows like a weed
How does passion turn so cold
Killing off those we once loved
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With Tears I Say Goodbye
With tears I say goodbye
Though I do not know your pain,
Nor the pain of your ancestors
Inflicted at the hands of those that look like me.
When I look in the mirror
I am not proud,
I am not proud of our past,
Not proud of of our inhumanity,
Not proud of the picture our hands are painting.
With a broad brush,
We paint in your blood,
Red and warm as mine
Though left to dry cold in the streets.
We stand around,
As if awaiting applause,
While your spirit fades,
Showing just how little we care.
I know this is not me,
Though I know you can’t see it;
And that these words are just words
Unable to bring you back from the dead.
Your family grieves,
But their grief is overshadowed,
Trampled down under the weight of constant diversions
Portraying you as something less than human.
Yet none of this matters!
Injustice cannot hide forever
Behind an iron blue citadel
Mortared with lies, racism and hatred.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
AUTHORS NOTE: I was not going to write another piece about the tragedy in Ferguson Missouri today, but I find Michael Browns’s death so troubling that I couldn’t help myself. His death in my eyes shows that racism still runs rampant in this country though many of us would prefer not to admit it. For those that would like to pretend this never happened, I think it is time you opened your eyes. Explain to me how being stopped for jaywalking could escalate to the point where a young man is shot six times and killed, then left alone in the street for so long. This is completely beyond my comprehension.
Anger–You Can See It On Their Grimaced Faces
Anger–you can see it on their grimaced faces;
Marching, hands raised in civil defiance.
Neither curfew nor militarization will quell them
In the face of injustice.
What passes for authority tries to divert,
Maybe he took the “sweets”, maybe he didn’t,
Maybe he smoked a little weed,
Maybe jaywalking is a capital crime in the south,
Maybe murder is ignored when hidden behind a badge.
So much for civil rights,
So much for equality under the law,
So much for compassion and common decency.
He was eighteen and unarmed,
Of this there is no dispute!
Perhaps he wasn’t an angel…are any of us?
I have bent the law,
Maybe even broken it a time or two,
But I’m still here, breathing, smiling, growing older.
We can deny–
That racism exists,
We can deny–
That blacks are treated differently than whites,
We can deny–
That skin color matters,
But denial doesn’t make it so!
Changing laws do not change hearts,
And time does not necessarily heal…
These are irrefutable facts.
Behind closed doors we disrobe,
Taking off our suit of political correctness,
To reveal naked hate.
We spew the epithets of our fathers,
Who broke the backs of an unwilling immigrant.
It’s as though times have never changed…
And perhaps they haven’t.
The manacles once of iron are now invisible,
The whips of braided leather no longer leave scars,
But the pain, fear and displacement still exists
…In this twenty-first century.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Frozen To The Bone
Frozen to the bone.
Bleeding heart ripped from its soul;
Faith in man–fading!
In an eyes blink we do kill,
No remorse ‘til it’s too late. This seems oh so cold,
Against what we preach is right,
Yet it doesn’t stop.
We are Neanderthals still,
Little evolved from our past.
Please don’t fool yourselves,
We are wolves disguised as sheep,
Prepared to slaughter.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Show Me Man’s Kindness (Tanka)
Show me man’s kindness
Show me man’s humanity
In spite of himself
I’m not sure it’s possible
With the evil he commits
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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