As sense of purpose
Isn’t that what we all want
It seems so simple
Still we ignore what we know
Because malice is easier
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
As sense of purpose
Isn’t that what we all want
It seems so simple
Still we ignore what we know
Because malice is easier
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Criminalizing
Through state-sanctioned prejudice
“Gay” is not a crime
~
A nation in regression
Will be ravaged from within
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Killing with kindness
Not the preference of some
Bombs are more deadly
~
Why promote diplomacy
When weapons of war exist
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Symbol of greatness
Tarnished by greed and hatred.
A once proud people
Sinks deeper into ruin
While wearing a clueless stare.
They would be appalled
If only they were conscious,
But alas they aren’t
Choosing instead to live lies
Propagandized by tyrants.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
So much to say, though
How…is what eludes my grasp.
Fingers contorted,
My mind drowning in chaos,
The words scream fighting for air.
But alas they choke,
Dying at the hand of a
Tormented poet.
What fate beholds this tortured
Soul. Only God above knows.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gates of Hell opened!
What lies in store for the damned
Who worship Satan?
His power grows with applause,
His insatiable ego
Thrives hearing his name.
Feeding off the ignorance
Of the cheering hordes
He spews hate with a smile
Leaving fans drooling for more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
One man’s memories
Selective and subjective
Just ask Mr. Trump
He can’t remember what he
Says from one day to the next
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We look up to saints
Ordained many years ago
For intercession.
Still there are saints among us
If we take the time to look.
Living and breathing
Flesh and blood men and woman
Never canonized,
Yet they are just as special…
Instilled with both love and light.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Spirits from beyond
Whether you believe or not
It’s all up to you
But don’t be shocked if one day
You’re face to face with the dead
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Whispers in the wind
Sounds of God all around you
In utter silence
Turning your deaf ear forward
Will reap glorious rewards
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~