Across The Great Pond

Across the great pond

Our brothers in arms struggle

With decision’s pain.

Their new reality looms

On an island all alone.

 

I don’t envy them,

In this turbulent hour,

The uncertainty

As reality sets in.

Promises can be fiction,

Unattainable

As proponents show

Just a day after.

Perhaps thoughts were not thought through

And the fallout considered.

 

But now it’s too late,

The ballots have been cast and

The results tallied.

Leaving is the decision

And there is no turning back.

 

What have you been through,

I would never claim to know.

Your lives are your own

Things are changing, less defined.

Leaving the past…difficult.

 

This is a big world

Where borders sometimes get blurred

And life chaotic.

None-the-less I wish the best

To our friends in the U.K.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Impunity

Injustice lives on

Made evident by our courts

Poverty and racism feed its hunger

Until blood is spilled to satisfy

Nothing changes, civil rights are a myth

Insinuated to please the skeptics

Then in one fell swoop

Yet another innocent dies with no justice served

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Sat To Pray

I sat to pray

And screams of hate

Shattered the peace.

I question what I believe!

How can I prescribe to something

That judges…most un-Christlike,

The heart and soul of another;

Claiming to know the mind of God

And to speak with certain authority

On His behalf.

How hypocritical this seems!

Christ did not judge the beggar,

Nor the Samaritan;

He loved them both

And that was his lesson.

Sadly, you seem to have been deaf,

For you judge, most cruelly

Those that do not fit your view.

You proclaim to the Heavens your Christianity,

But clearly have forgotten the words of Christ

Written so plainly in Mark 12:31:

“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”

There is none other commandment greater than these.”

Surely you must be filled with self-loathing,

For treating another soul with such contempt

Defies God’s most precious command.

 

~~ 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 ~~