Imperfect system
Still, it is better than most
Even when it fails
Of little consolation
To the living or the dead
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Imperfect system
Still, it is better than most
Even when it fails
Of little consolation
To the living or the dead
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Judge, jury, executioner,
We decide the fate of the smallest of lives,
Crickets, mice, the common house fly, the family pet
Playing god with those we deem less significant.
Who handed us the gavel?
Who gave us the plunger of the lethal injection?
Who gave us the power to determine when a life will end?
We dole out this punishment with little thought
All because we call them pests
Or we don’t want them to needlessly suffer,
But this is not our role in this world.
Shouldn’t we allow them to transition in their own time?
We all have a time,
You, me, the cricket, them mouse, the house fly, the family pet,
One that will bring the end with or without intervention,
Though not determined by our hands.
…The sanctity of life.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sin and goodness
Are separated by a razors edge.
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This pair expounded
By the fallible minds of men.
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One only need look internal
To see their own fallibilities.
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A query is begged of you;
Are the sins of the single mother,
Who resorts to harlotry to feed her children,
Any greater a sin in the eyes of God
Than those of the wealthy who hoard their riches
While ignoring the plight of the poor and infirm?
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True sin resides in greed and contempt,
Goading sin from otherwise good souls.
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The mothers desperation urged by good intent,
While the wealthy was compelled
Out of selfishness and pomposity.
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Lines between sin and goodness blur
Through the perceptions of man.
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Objectivity escapes us in our passion;
Making us the poorest of judges.
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Would not their fates be best left
To the sagacity of God?
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~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Do not judge others
In light of our own failures
What right do we have
Like David to Goliath
Let us not cast the first stone
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~