We Look For Problems

We look for problems

In things we don’t understand,

Then try to solve them.

Irrational fears drive us

To discriminate by law

Or and religion.

 

This won’t make them go away,

They’ve always been here,

But we’ve been too blind to see.

 

Maybe love is the answer.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

100 Word Story – Hate At The Parade

Quoting chapter and verse from god knows what imaginary Bible, you condemned the innocent to eternal damnation through the screeching of your megaphone. Still under the banner of the rainbow they marched defiantly with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts for you and all in attendance.

Could it be that this is more virtuous in the eyes of Christ than the hate that spews from your blasphemous mouth.  Maybe next time you should take the time to read your precious New Testament and ask yourself…

What would Jesus do?  

Gives you food for thought now doesn’t it?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Collective Soul

Our collective soul

Lies buried in the rubble

Of hate, greed and lies.

 

One day we will rise from ash

Like the fiery Phoenix.

 

Enlightened, wiser,

Perhaps we will see we’re one,

Made of flesh and bone.

 

How sad that we must suffer

Before we open our eyes.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Community

Comradery of souls

Offered without pretense;

More could not be asked for

Making the cause all the more special.

Unity of purpose unites

Nailing hearts and minds to a common cross,

Instilling strength to carry on the fight.

Though hardship and hatred will try to stifle,

Yearning for understanding and equality can never be silenced.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Life Altering Change

Life altering change

Whether for better or worse,

Unavoidable.

At times they can bring on tears

Whilst at others there is joy.

 

Perhaps perfection

Does not come without its pain

Though perfect it is.

Everything’s as it should be

In the eyes of the Divine.

 

We are intertwined

With others on this journey,

Friends, kin and strangers

Struggling to understand.

Who would I be to judge them?

 

Should I not just love,

Embracing their inner light

And divine essence.

Honoring them as sacred

As I wish to be honored.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Times They Are A Changin

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 ~~