Signs of things to come
Unrest all over the world
We reap what we sow
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Signs of things to come
Unrest all over the world
We reap what we sow
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fields of history
Strewn with blood and with corpses
Religions finest
Left to rot in their God’s sun
Could it be no one was right
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Their playground, our world
The bullies intimidate
Taking what they want
Caught in their dangerous game
We are expendable pawns
It is Deja Vu
Cold War resuscitated
There are no winners
Just two very big egos
Gambling our existence
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~