Fraught With Peril This Thin Line – Rebel

Fraught with peril this thin line

    Once crossed will wither and die

Not so wide, but ever so fine

    Our elected few seem eager to try

 

Mad men with power where nary have tread

    Kindle the fires of conspiracy and hate

Ever so close the majority dread

    A nation’s short history left to fate

 

This cresipise so deep we fear to fall

    Bottomless pit will never end

Left to the tyrants this funeral pall

    To torments wrath we writhe and bend

 

What’s to be gained by ignorance hold

    Believing the fools venomous bite

Taking their word more precious than gold

    That is til exposed by reasons light

 

Hope springs eternal as the old saying goes

    May the ruinous seed be cast back to hell

Sooner or later nobody knows

    Righteousness waits the toll of the bell

 

This sickness not us wailed from the heart

    A cure lies ahead in the booth

Now is the time never too late to start

    The lever must suffocate their truth

 

Time to rebel dead ahead in our hands

    Never more urgent then now

Traitors that poison the mind and the land

    Must be buried by the blade of the plow

 

Rise up! Rise up! You sheepish bunch

    Stand up to the villain’s rusted sword

Truth lies before you much more than a hunch

    Trample to dust his evil hoard

 

If not for yourselves for your progenies sake

    Stiff your spine before time slides away

Your souls are their plunder and more they will take

    Mark these words spoken this day

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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The New Year Comes

The New Year comes

Amidst fireworks and gunfire.

Another corrosive year

Under the auspices of a fool.

Nothing to change for the better,

Nothing, just more pain,

More divisiveness and heartache.

Watch as what’s unknown

Collapses around our knees.

Impetuousness and egotism

Drive us to the brink of war.

Alone…we’ve alienated our friends,

Left them wondering what we stand for

While we wonder what we stand for.

We’ve lost our souls,

Sold them to the devil himself

While he sits laughing

And watching the insanity of Hannity

On his big screen.

Drowning in birdless tweets,

We live under the thumb of a child

Who treats our sacred institutions

As schoolyard rules to be trampled upon

For his own pleasure.

The New Year comes

And here we are ,

On the second spin of the merry-go-round

With a circus clown at the controls.

God help us…again.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

The Sound Of Taps

The sound of Taps, the saddest song

It rings within my ears

A song without a single word

Can bring these eyes to tears

 

This solemn song too often played

Remembered on this day in May

The sacrifice of souls so brave

They’d have it no other way

 

Freedom fought so hard the cost

Enjoyed by all today

Taken for granted far too oft

WIth beer and barbeque and play

 

Take the time to say your thanks

Out of respect for those who gave

May the thankful close their ranks

Laying flowers upon their graves

 

A simple thanks I offer with heart

For a son who served with pride

To mothers and fathers of fallen souls

I’m thankful that mine is alive

 

No greater the tragedy remembered this day

Than the loss of a child or parent

I’ll never forget their ultimate sacrifice

Though their deaths are found so abhorrent

 

This simple poem is all I can give

To express to all how I feel

I thank you, we thank you from the heart

Just know that our pain is for real

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Heavenly Sun Wanes

Heavenly sun wanes,

Applauded by dusk’s silence…

Ovation of gods!

Cherished by the lowliest,

Taken for granted by man.

~

Without any thought,

We reap her fruitful bounty

With veracity.

~

An ungrateful child

Would offer her greater thanks…

Yet we laud her not.

Perhaps it’s human nature

Or maybe we’re simply fools.

~

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Brother Against Brother

Brother against brother,

Sister against sister,

Words that divide.

Idealogues and pundits

Preaching their truths;

Do they profit from their lies

Or are they blinded by delusion,

We will never know which.

This does not excuse us.

Aren’t we obligated to discern,

Isn’t this what it means to be informed?

It appears we’ve forgotten,

Submitting to partisan experts,

Who feed what we want to hear

To our otherwise deaf ears.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Awash In The Swamp

Awash in the swamp, he’d supposed to drain

His promises proved lies now shown;

Oligarchs and thieves fall down as the rain

Your hopes and your dreams turned to stone.

 

We told you, we told you not to believe

This carnival barker cloaked in Versace;

Give it some time as I’m certain you’ll grieve

With your tears as they spoil your latte.

 

Prepare for the change that will turn back our time

To an age where our rights had no rights;

It’s you that will suffer for your ignorant crime

My greatest hopes’ that you lose sleep at night,

 

You’ve sold out our country with no care for her souls and left it in the hands of a jackal.

I hope you are happy as he rakes us o’er the coals while he and his ilk writhe and cackle.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~