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Greatness Is Hidden

Greatness is hidden

Behind a curtain of fear

Vile and ugly

Truly…what is to be gained

For the lecherous many

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A green light to hate

Harkening back to dark times

When race reigned supreme

Murder was freely sanctioned

With some holding little worth

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We aren’t this people

Covered in blood and blackness

We are so much more

Look deeply into your soul

See the light that calls your name

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This light is called love

And we are charged as shepherds

Tending to its flock

What’s best of America

Exists behind this veil

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco  ~~

Division On Stage

Division on stage;

Peddling war and hatred

To the cheer of crowds.

Angry white folks rebelling

While wrapped in the flag.

Our face is changing…

Diversity’s taking hold

And cannot be stopped

No matter how hard you try.

Time has come to embrace it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Can You Smell The Winds Of Change

Can you smell the winds of change?

Not confined by border or ethnicity;

It cares not about race, creed or color.

For so long the grass has been trampled,

Crushed under ornate boot heels,

Mowed down by the sharpest of blades

With no thought of the consequences.

Resilience is the way of nature.

Young shoots and saplings rebound,

They cannot be kept down.

Can you smell the winds of change

As they comes for you?

Your palaces and coffers cannot protect you,

Shuttered windows cannot save you,

We are not fooled by your fained sympathy,

Looking us in the eyes from marbled balconies

And lying through your yellowed teeth.

You do not know our condition!

You do not know our pain

As yours are the boots that have ground us to dust!

Take your hollow words and scream into the wind.

Choke on the vomit you spew,

Knowing that the end is near

And it is you that will be crushed

For all of the harm that you have done.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cross Fruited Plains The Wind Doth Blow

Cross fruited plains the wind doth blow

Though it seems we’ve lost our way.

When it will stop no one can know,

But it’s unlikely on that November day.

 

Our founders could not have foreseen the show

We see all around the clock.

Trump and Clinton round and round they go

For neither election’s a lock.

 

For one the issues seem no value to hold,

The other is wonky and stiff.

The first is cocky or so he’s been told,

Second each victory’s a gift

 

What have we done to get to this point, I really don’t know what to say.

This election is one that’s sure to disappoint, for the ones that don’t get their way.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Aging Fingers Grasp At The Past

Aging fingers grasp at the past

While winds of change buffet them at every turn.

Quiescence is unnatural,

Steamrolling those that refuse to align.

 

Each generation flavors their water,

Drinking from the fountain of their creation;

Shaping the new world in the vision of the time.

 

Neither we nor our Constitution were meant to be stagnant,

Fluidity is what protects us, what progresses us.

We must put aside our antiquated notions of the past,

For as society evolves, we too are obliged to evolve,

Lest we die as a nation and as a people.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Blood Is On Their Hands

Blood is on their hands,

Again choosing to do nothing

In the wake of death.

Guns serve as the golden calf

Glorified by these heathens.

 

They’ve whored themselves out,

Bought by the highest bidder,

John…the N.R.A.

Instead of the people’s work

They’ve sold us out for money.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Round And Round We Go

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Our politicians

Give thoughts and prayers for the dead

Round and round we go

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Revolution

Rage seething under the surface

Eating away at our collective souls

Vitriol has been lodged against us

Only further stoking our resolve

Lost is our trust in the institutions

Undoing the work of the founders

Til only one response seems clear

Insurrection

Outright revolt against the tyrants

Neutering the petulant bunch
 
 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Public Discourse

Our public discourse

Hollowed by tyrant fetish

Does a disservice

The media clamors for

Ratings all at our expense

 
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Have Regressed

We have regressed.

What little progress we’ve made

Has been erased by hatred

And fools thrashing for power.

 

Watch the news,

See and hear the racist tools

Drooling over every word

Spewed by their xenophobic christ.

He has no answers,

He has no substance,

Yet they follow blindly

Like fairytale mice.

 

There is danger in words

Stoked by the fire of ego.

We are told to be afraid…

That threats loom in the shadows,

But this peril does not come from people of color,

Or Muslims,

Or gays;

No, the greatest danger

Comes from within.

 

McCarthy must be smiling from the grave

As his new disciple takes the stage.

From Hell surely he must be pleased.

 

God help us all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~