Hate for this word runs deep,
Ominous…reminiscent of the Nazis.
Men’s cruelty at its worst…
Even now I shiver at the thought.
Luther never dreamed of it in his day.
America, are we on the path to radical nationalism?
Never has there been a more dangerous thing,
Deutschland’s history…I pray it never repeats.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Politician’s words
Sometimes I just shake my head
Such stupidity
Appealing to the fringes
They hurt intentionally
We’re more sensitive
Of this there is little doubt
It is about time
Why must we tolerate hate
From those who wish to lead us
It’s freedom of speech
Defended by so many
I would not trade this
But freedom comes with a cost
One that is best spent wisely
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Reaping what we sow;
Hatred only breeds hatred
As history proves.
See the neverending wars,
The eternal racism.
Turning a blind eye;
Pretending it doesn’t live
Does not make it true.
Ever since nine eleven
War has been never ceasing.
Ferguson…murder,
Baltimore, New York City
Charleston…again murder!
Racial hatred at its worst,
Plantation mentality.
This land of the free
Has sadly become a myth…
Just look at the news.
We are in shackles to war,
Racism, hatred and greed.
Sadly we don’t see
We are mice on the treadmill
Blindly taking bait.
I guess it really is true…
We are reaping what we’ve sown.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Laid to final rest
With a farewell and kind words.
Eulogies given;
The famous and powerful
Came to pay their last respects.
But is this enough,
We’ve been down this road before;
It’s paved with their blood.
Is this just more lip service
Paid to appease the people?
As the saying goes,
Actions speak louder than words,
This can’t be denied.
Maybe the edge has been reached
Finally putting an end to the hate.
Only time will tell
If these deaths have been for naught.
With man at the wheel
Anything is possible,
But I for one hope for change.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Confederate flag–
Symbol of our darkest time,
Human slavery.
Prideful in their ignorance
There are those still full of hate.
Don’t they understand,
There are wounds as yet unhealed–
Open and bleeding.
Each raising stings of poured salt
In an already deep gash.
I weep for their pain.
Have they not suffered enough
At your racist hands?
The shame is you don’t see it
Being blinded by false pride.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Darkness falls upon angel choir
Heaven mourns the funeral pyre.
Senseless death, skins evening shade
With their lives by hatred paid.
No justification nor reason exists
For racism and prejudice to persist.
The sixties clearly were not the end
For Black Lives Matter we must defend.
How sad it is hate thrives this day
Hunting others like birds of prey.
The south has risen, of this I fear
Though reason why is not so clear.
As house of God nor fortress strong
Could save their lives from evil long.
Nay, I did not know them, but it matters not
They did not deserve this deadly plot.
I mourn this day for humanities loss
As beautiful lives have paid the cost
Again and again hate rears its head
And every time folks wind up dead
Ask this question, if you think you can
Is this really the promised land?
For some perhaps, but others no
This is no sitcom or drama show.
These lives are real they’re flesh and blood
They need not perish in a godless flood.
Perhaps if we stand against hatreds rule
We’ll cast them down into the fiery pool.
And raise this nation into Heaven’s light
By doing what we know is truly right.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Times they are a changin,
An older guard struggles for relevance.
They long for the days of Reagan,
June Cleaver and Leave it to Beaver,
White picket fences and segregated neighborhoods,
Gays in the closet and women in the kitchen,
Marriage between one man one woman,
But O’ the times they are a changin.
Their anger turns extreme
Because their “perfect” little world is slipping away.
Reagan is gone,
But his policies live on that helped destroy this country,
Picket fences are in shambles after the housing collapse,
Racism is on your front page and you don’t like it,
The Cleavers and Leave it to Beaver
Are relegated to late night reruns…
Nobody buys this crap anymore,
Gays are our neighbors, they’re on TV, the radio, in politics…
The closet has been cleaned out,
Couches and fast food have left our kitchens cold and empty,
While John and Tom and Sue and Jane can say “I do” without shame.
So fight if you will, fight if you must, but…
O’ these times are a changin!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The sun, moon and stars
Watch wide-eyed in amazement
Foolishness of man
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hatred breeds hatred
How do you think children learn
Taught in the womb…no
Children are blind to color
Until it’s been pointed out
You’re handing it down
Perpetuating the hate
By your words and deeds
You should hang your head in shame
…Ignorance is no excuse
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Civil rights movement
Alive and well in our young
Picking up the torch
We hoped these days passed
Only to smoulder again
Into raging fire
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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