Look In The Mirror

Look in the mirror

We’re going back fifty years

To a darker time.

Racism, hate center stage

I’m filled with disappointment.

 

Look at the cabinet,

Damn to our environment

Our kids don’t need it.

Damn the nation’s energy

Coal and oil pollute us.

 

Damn security

You’re selling out to Russia

Lying…you don’t know.

Selling your soul to China

What reason we don’t know.

 

You got what you want

Then you sold out to your kind.

Lying to your fools,

They believe all that you say

Like those children of the corn.

 

When will you wake up,

Seeing that he’s dangerous

A modern fascist

Ransoming America

For him and his friends riches?

 

You were simply pawns

While you swallowed the Kool-aide

Believing Satan

Would save you all from yourselves,

Only to find he hates you.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Awash In The Swamp

Awash in the swamp, he’d supposed to drain

His promises proved lies now shown;

Oligarchs and thieves fall down as the rain

Your hopes and your dreams turned to stone.

 

We told you, we told you not to believe

This carnival barker cloaked in Versace;

Give it some time as I’m certain you’ll grieve

With your tears as they spoil your latte.

 

Prepare for the change that will turn back our time

To an age where our rights had no rights;

It’s you that will suffer for your ignorant crime

My greatest hopes’ that you lose sleep at night,

 

You’ve sold out our country with no care for her souls and left it in the hands of a jackal.

I hope you are happy as he rakes us o’er the coals while he and his ilk writhe and cackle.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Threats Of Violence

Threats of violence,

Assassination condoned

Where is his outrage!

He stokes the fires of hatred

Ignoring consequences

This is disgusting

And must be squashed abruptly,

He’s clearly not fit!

Still crowds are cheering for him

Egging on his fickle rants

They are lunatics

Claiming to be patriots,

When did we devolve.

This election has choices

And Trump must not be the one!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

He’s Scorching The Earth

He’s scorching the earth;

Smell of sulfur permeates

From Hell’s fiery pit.

Long buried deep underground

His minions have arisen;

Blindly following

Abaddon’s vile deception

Like mindless rabble,

Anarchists legitimized

By the greatest deceiver.

 

Now’s the time for the

Thundering of the Shofar!

Time to declare war

In our fight for decency…

This nation’s identity.

 

We must not succumb

To conspiracy theories,

To the Fallen’s lies.

He will not be your savior

But instead your worst nightmare.

 

There’s still time…repent!,

Wake up before it’s too late

From this horrid dream.

We deserve better than this

Better than this Satan’s lies.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cadavers Are Strewn

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Cadavers are strewn

Mutilated in his wake

And then there was one

Reality TV star

Chosen to lead our nation

A nation of fools

Lost in their own arrogance

We’re so gullible

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Crowds of Xenophobes

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Crowds of xenophobes

Gather to feast on his bile

Hail to The Donald

The latest right-wing tyrant

Spewing hate to the masses

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cries Come From The Hill (Tanka)

Cries come from the Hill

They’re coming to kill us all

Mystic Lindsey Graham

He doesn’t need any proof

He just reads his crystal ball

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams

Broken hearts and broken dreams left among the ashes

Ruins in the wake of the tsunami–your selfish desires.

Scavengers scour through the wreckage for sustenance

Finding nothing but crumbs left for them to fight over.

Is commitment so distasteful that exile is the only cure?

What of those cast aside, banished to Elba–victims,

Are they simply expendable for your greater good?

O’ what blackness must thrive in your narcissistic soul,

Pitiful…flourishing in this loveless existence of yours,

Choosing loneliness over the love and warmth of another,

Hiding like a coward behind a cold and hollow heart.

Like a lion you search for your next meal

Feasting, gorging hungrily as if this may be your last,

But you know it won’t, there is always another prey,

One that thinks it can tame you to save themselves.

Who is fooling who in this eternal struggle?

You are the sly one, knowing this is sleight of hand

Leading on those that offer you their hearts

Until you grow weary of their affections.

Tossing them on the heap

You grind their souls and their passions into dust.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~