Fearmongers abound
Ebola, ISIS, healthcare
Scaring the masses
Nothing more than politics
Spread by corrupt media
“Fair and Balanced”, ha!
They all have an agenda
Manipulation
Not to report and inform
But to divide and conquer
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Please tell me….
What does it look like to win?
Ideology can’t be defeated on the battlefield,
No matter how you try you can’t kill it.
You can kill its adherents,
Destroying the body, but their hate lives on.
Containment is decried as weak,
Nothing short of all out war satisfies the hawks,
Annihilation of everyone and everything their only answer.
So then, please tell me…
What does the enemy look like?
Muslim?
Dark skinned?
Light skinned?
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Young?
Old?
Sounds like the faces of the innocent and the guilty.
Can you please tell me…
How will you know your foe?
They will not come at you waving a flag.
They will not march upon your positions in perfect high-step.
They will not be clothed in matching uniforms,
Blaring their trumpets and saluting.
So tell me again…
Who is the enemy?
The farmer?
The shopkeeper?
The mechanic?
The soldier?
The school teacher?
The Imam?
The mother?
The father?
The child?
Would you have us kill every living thing just to make your point?
You rhetoric says that you would!
Someone please tell me…
What does it look like to win?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
O’ blessed silence, how I long for thee,
Surrounded by ignorance and fools.
Blind to reality by refusing to see,
They’re being used as propagandist tools.
Is not an informed citizenry a wonderful thing,
With fact-based opinions at their core.
Sadly lost to the masses, they grasp for a ring,
Tarnished from a time long before.
It seems compassion’s lost to the hearts of fellow-men,
Leaving them cold with the worst traits thought past.
Rigid and hateful and unwilling to bend,
Claiming piety with iron-fist holding fast.
The softening of hearts would surely serve us well while still questioning those that lead us.
A sacred obligation as our founders did tell with diplomacy and respect to discuss.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Lick your open wounds
But expect no sympathy
For self-infliction
Brought on by your stone silence
You’ll suffer at your own hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Why I ask is it that we choose to destroy,
Leaving vast swaths of land ravaged,
Acres of ocean uninhabitable,
Water unfit for consumption,
Farms barren of life-giving crops,
Forests clear cut for human development
Exploitation of the gifts given to mankind,
Simply…I do not know!
Why is it that we deny the evidence,
Oceans rising to previously unrecorded levels,
Temperatures, the hottest in history,
Storms, perfect and oh so deadly,
Property destroyed and lives lost,
Still we refuse to believe,
Why–I do not know!
Why is it that we allow ourselves to be victims,
Plagued by profiteers,
Suffocated by our government,
Tolerant of our polarization,
Blind to our abuses,
Living as pawns to the powerful,
Yet we choose to ignore,
Why, I haven’t a clue!
Why we have allowed this to happen, I do not know,
We have become complacent,
Allowing our fellows to trample our dreams,
Stifling that which is our destiny
Instead of finding common ground,
Leaving us more distant than ever.
I wish I knew how to fix the ills of this world,
But I do not!
I like you, am only a temporary inhabitant,
Borrowing my time in this life.
Why must we destroy this precious world
Poisoning ourselves and those we love
With words and chemicals?
Material gain and profit are fleeting like this existence.
Shouldn’t we endeavor to make the most of what we’ve been given?
Isn’t this what it means to be human,
To use what we need leaving the rest for our future?
Perhaps I am naive,
A dreamer,
Or just hopeful,
But I must believe that it is not too late
For man to overcome his arrogance and greed.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What is left of this experiment
Could it be that we failed intention
Selling it to the highest bidder?
Look at us!
Brother fighting against brother,
Ideals defined by television news,
By partisan writing,
By ignorance and lack of humanity.
Not relegated to one party or another
This is but a symptom of the disease.
A plague we allowed to ferment;
Feeding venomous pustules by blindness,
Blindness to surroundings,
Blindness to the lies we’ve been fed.
Beginning many years ago,
Blamed on the latest–current ruler,
Yet it is ever so misplaced.
Each is just the latest in a long line of failures
Given to us by their parties,
Held up as a choice to the people.
Choice…ha, this is but a facade,
Leaving the people to believe that they staked claim.
This is but a belief of fools,
Those that fail to realize they are pawns,
Misled and offered the promised land,
Finding that there is nothing but hollowness.
What does it take to awaken the populous?
Will it take total collapse?
Will it take blood?
Might it take revolution?
This is our right…our obligation;
When our system fails we are called to fight,
Called to change what is broken,
Beckoned to change what is fruitless.
Perhaps we have run our course,
Made a great attempt at political perfection,
Failing over a long period of time.
Every society has suffered;
Drowning in its own pomposity,
Leaving it vulnerable to suffer its own consequences.
What will it take;
Absolute and total collapse I propose.
Imploding on our own girth,
Collapsing under our own weight,
Then being consumed by our foes.
When will will realize our fate…?
Not until we are reduced
To nothing but skin and bones.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Smoke wafts o’er the granite mountainside;
Black and thick in a murderous haze.
Sulfur taints the crusty putrid air
Drowning out the glorious scent of honeysuckle and pine.
Babbling brooks once vocal no longer babble;
Their voices silenced by dam, drought and pollution.
Dry and cracked beds mar earths aging face
Leaving tinder for natures fiery furnace.
From my hilltop perch a murky brown sludge chokes the valley floor.
What hazards are these we should ask,
Though no one cares but for convenience and profit.
As we seek cause and cure for man’s maladies
Might we look no further than ourselves,
Our misuse of natures gifts,
Our burning of fossil fuels,
Pollution of our most precious resources–air and water,
Is it any wonder we are plagued with incurable disease?
Yet even the slightest attempts to change course
Are stalled by the profiteers gauntlet.
Science–when used for their benefit is gospel,
But dismissed as leftist propaganda
When the planet and climate are on stage.
Look beyond your four walls,
Breathe deeply,
Feel the burn in your tainted lungs,
Wipe the tears from your stinging eyes and look if you can,
Is this the vision of paradise that you sought
For you and your children?
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What have we become?
Both sides are fatally flawed.
We–the laughingstocks!
Politics are the cancer
Eating our nation alive.
Are we to perish,
Fading into history
Like Rome’s empire;
Remembered for its grandeur
Through its crumbling ruins?
Perhaps it’s too late,
Our experiment–a dream
May evaporate
Becoming just a footnote
In the annals of mankind.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sullied by liars
Sleight-of-hand and trickery
Their fickle trademark
Yet we embrace with naivety
–Split-tongued devils among us
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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