Fear Masquerading

Fear masquerading–

A disguise for the hatred

Lodged in feeble minds.

Isolationism calls

To quell the terror within.

Still you don’t see it,

You are giving them the win

And emboldening.

While we can’t change our sordid past

We can and must change our future

For the good of all mankind.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

There is a War

There is a war though weapons are words,

A rallying cry to ignorant herds,

Of who to fear and who to blame,

The right they do fire with venomous aim.

 

What progress we’d made seems now reversed,

Like empires of old we may now be cursed,

To end up in ruins under gluttonous rule,

Forgetting the history we learned in school.

 

Living in denial those culprits it serves,

Lying and deceiving with icy steel nerves.

All for more profits like parasites they leach,

Thriving in the fact that their money is speech.

 

Distracting the people with treacherous claim,

From Middle East to Mexico these people they blame,

For jobs leaving home and the state of our nation

By blustering and mongering and thunderous oration.

 

Their facts they are thin or nonexistent at all,

“Take back the country” their clarion call.

Take us back to where I wish they would tell,

To segregation and intolerance by the hatred they sell.

 

“Earlier times” only serves if you’re white,

Blacks and hispanics and Muslims must fight

To be looked in the eye and on even plain

With the privileged Americans that view them a stain.

 

If this be the direction the capitalists must take

On the backs of the common man they push til they break

Then revolution again must be waged to finally break free

From the tyranny of Monarchs they so want to be.

 

This is our duty and a citizen’s right

To question and challenge and bring wrongs to light,

For failure to do so is submission to rule

Painting you and I as nothing but fools.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Maybe I Missed It…

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Maybe I missed it…

When we became anointed

Rulers of the world,

Taking nation’s resources,

Conquering their citizens.

 

And tell me for what?

Could it be for our profit

As it always is?

All the savages be damned

They can’t stop us anyway!

 

But the refugees,

The wars and the violence…

This isn’t our fault.

Why take blame for our actions

When you can blame someone else.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Winding River, You Are Full Of Stones

Winding river, you are full of stones

Each covered in the blood of hatred.

Claiming to do as God commanded

You are false interpreters of the Word,

Stoning humanity into submission.

Under the guise of love you preach–

Conversion or death your message.

Yet in Heaven your Gods are the same,

Your aggressions on earth intertwined;

Surely there is enough blame for all.

Look! Your Holy texts are riddled with violence,

Deaths of men, women and children– so graphic;

Still you have the gall to point fingers at another!

You hypocrite, you heathen, you betray yourselves!

Each of you should be stoned for your digressions

You perpetrators of hate and death.

None of you are without human frailties,

None of you can claim to be speaking for Almighty God

For that–would be blasphemy,

Yet still you proclaim to know what is in God’s Heart!

Put an end this senseless bloodshed,

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”,

And nary a stone will ever be cast again.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Gathered Stones And Pebbles

I gathered stones and pebbles

For a fortress to build,

Bulwark against the evils of this world.

Having fought them for so long

I am weary, fearing that I have no fight left in me.

My swords I’ve dulled, sharpened and dulled again

Beating back the cruelty and injustices of man

Only to have them retake territory.

This has been the history of our species;

Seek, conquer and destroy our lasting legacy.

So cocooned in my citadel I shall wait,

Quietly, patiently, until the day of reckoning,

Praying for this succession to end.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

‘Tis Not The Fragrant Flower I Once Knew

‘Tis not the fragrant flower I once knew,

Pleasing to the senses,

Brightening the world with her effervescent palette.

Her silky petals crumble, fragile to the touch,

Falling like toxic ash in the putrid air.

She pollutes the earth that feeds her,

Poisoning her waters making them non potable.

Oh how her beautiful bouquet has mutated,

Turning ugly and angry in the midst of the garden.

Those not of her kind are suffocated as weeds,

Trampled, then pulled out by their roots.

Intolerant and hateful she has become,

The prick of her thorns has turned fatal.

Her beauty, now masticated by selfishness

Sets her on a path to destruction.

No longer prized, no longer admired,

She will be turned as mulch–

Into the soil from whence she came.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Casual Observers

Are we not all but casual observers

This game…though not such a game that governments play

What is it they do not tell us in the name of our own good

Who are they to decide what serves us best

Are these not our lives, our futures, our hopes, our dreams

They toy with these for their own folly

For the sake of national pride we label others as evil

Without looking within at our own flaws

Puffing chests, bellicose, with an arrogance befitting fools

Answering tit-for-tat with ever greater threats of destruction

This chain of ceaseless violence, when will it subside

Years of pain, years of suffering have taken their toll on this weary nation

I ask, what have we won, show me…show us

Do we need another war, more bloodshed of the innocent,

Further sacrifices by our brave men and women delivered as pawns

for subversive economic gain

Isn’t it time to seek peace after so much loss

And break this cycle of violence.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~