Juan’s tears evaporate before they can run down his burned and blistered cheeks. Face down in the sand he see a vision of his wife and three small children.
What started out as a journey to freedom and a better life is now about to leave him for the vultures.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Picture perfect in pieces
Scattered by the millions,
Waiting for the collective to assemble,
But none of them seem to fit.
We look for answers in war.
Such a primitive mind,
So narrow the thought.
Our conflicts prove coercive;
Devastation,
Death,
Disease,
Degrade us,
Subhuman.
We look for creative ways to destroy,
Enamoured by fatality
To no ones surprise
The puzzle pieces bend and break,
The puzzle pieces get lost,
Our human puzzle incomplete,
Gets thrown on the heap.
Still–throughout our eternity
We have gotten no wiser
And have never learned to play nice.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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