Wisdom of a child–
We do not start out hateful
This we have been taught.
Corrupted by narrow minds
Desiring to suppress.
To what end is this,
But to feed the frail ego
–A disgusting beast!
With claws and fangs it draws blood
Weaving a path called ruin.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ blessed silence, how I long for thee,
Surrounded by ignorance and fools.
Blind to reality by refusing to see,
They’re being used as propagandist tools.
Is not an informed citizenry a wonderful thing,
With fact-based opinions at their core.
Sadly lost to the masses, they grasp for a ring,
Tarnished from a time long before.
It seems compassion’s lost to the hearts of fellow-men,
Leaving them cold with the worst traits thought past.
Rigid and hateful and unwilling to bend,
Claiming piety with iron-fist holding fast.
The softening of hearts would surely serve us well while still questioning those that lead us.
A sacred obligation as our founders did tell with diplomacy and respect to discuss.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Galvanizing hate!
Bombs serve as propaganda
Scrolled in human blood.
Tears can’t wash away the pain
As the body count rises.
What is to be gained,
There cannot be a victor
Amongst this madness?
Only memories of death
Can survive in these ruins.
Animosity!
The progeny of warfare,
Perpetuated.
It is the subjugator–
Trapping us in violence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Violence begets violence,
Through blood and terrible pain.
Hatred begets hatred,
With every fallen name.
Actions in this moment
Last for generations to come
Long after reasons forgotten
Our passions still succumb.
Perpetuating animus
At the cost of innocent life
Caught in the crossfire
Stainless victims of this strife.
Given a moment of thought
Or a look in a childs face.
Would we be so rash
To kill instead of embrace.
Perhaps someday great wisdom
Will seed the hearts of man.
To recognize the evil
Exacted since time began.
The hope for lasting peace
Lives in my fondest dreams.
Though unlikely in this lifetime
Nor ever so it seems.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scattered amongst the ashes
A solitary flame flickers
Shedding light on the bleakness of this world.
Perhaps the next child born will be the one to save us from ourselves.
Each first breath offering hope
That our nescience is not irreparable.
Deeming ourselves civilized
We erect gauntlets against what does not fit our world view.
Denying climate change,
Though it stares us in the eye,
Forcing spiritual beliefs
All the while claiming discrimination,
Sloughing off cries of racism
Because admission would make us something less than human.
I see no light amongst the living–
Only more of the same driven by greed and selfishness.
If we are to be rescued it will be by a new guard,
One untainted by our perverted values,
One born with the humanity, the selflessness, the courage
To eradicate the filth that pollutes this planet
With their bastardized vision of God
And their gluttonous appetite for money.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Boom!
Explosions foretell impending doom.
Shrapnel tears, litter, debris,
Screams of those one cannot see.
Missiles launched behind human shields,
Zionists and zealots refuse to yield.
Suffering little as the innocent die,
Denying they’re complicit, a terrible lie.
Which side is right, which side is wrong,
Difficult to tell they’ve hated so long.
Whether Gaza, Israel, Russia, Ukraine,
War is still war just with different names.
Fighting for ethnicity, Allah or God,
They’re “holier than thou” is just a facade.
Violence and death under whatever name,
Can’t be justified no matter what the claim.
Which leads me to wonder whether peace is desired,
With every bomb dropped and each rocket fired.
These wars have carried on for eons ‘til today,
I wonder if they really know any other way.
While their innocent suffer and hatred is bred,
I doubt they will stop until all sides are dead.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Purveyors of hate
Attempt to intimidate those of unlike minds–
Turning to violence and angry rhetoric to force their points-of-view.
Reality eludes them as they long for their diluted utopia.
I do not despise my country nor my brothers,
Only those despots among us that desire to bastardize it in their image.
They and they alone are treasonous,
Ignorant and insidious,
Corrupting all that is good in the name of the flag.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Wheels of bloody war continue to turn,
Backing foreign rebels whose motives unclear.
While villages and cities continue to burn
We’re spoon fed a diet of who we should fear.
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Millions of dollars to be funnelled covert,
To whom we don’t know, just trust us we’re told.
Protecting our interests how could it possibly hurt,
This story gets older the more that it’s told.
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Creating future enemies with training and guns,
A lesson that we still have not learned.
Viewed by the world as reincarnated Huns,
Our reputation, our flag once again burned.
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Another “War on Terror” with no defined win
A phrase perhaps coined oh so rightly
Though resources and patience are stretched ever so thin
We’re lied to with teeth clenched so tightly
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We’re told this is for the protection of all,
As if we couldn’t see through their disguise.
It’s all about profit and a wealth of crude oil
Wrapped in “freedoms” meager blanket of lies.
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Our love for our cars, our boats, our planes
And all things founded on fossil fuels.
We take what we want without easing their pains
Makes us look like great bullies and fools.
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Then they claim concern for the welfare of man
When it’s really nothing more than an act.
Money and greed and taking all that they can
Is an evident though an oft denied fact.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We aren’t born to hate
Instead it is something learned
~~ Taught by ignorance
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is the cost of kindness, love, compassion,
Nothing and everything I propose.
No monetary value do they hold.
They cannot be bought or sold as livestock.
They are invisible, but for their gestures.
This by no means diminishes their value.
Priceless are they above the grandest diamond,
But do not be fooled,
They most surely take ravenously as does the thief.
Taking stress and casting it into the wind,
Taking hate and smothering it until breathless,
Taking selfishness and warming it with empathy.
Nothing but good can come of these
Yet we find them most difficult to freely offer.
How much improved would this world be,
For all that we sow we reap
Either in this life or the next.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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