End Game

Ego reared it’s ugly head

Needing a way to feed

Demanding sustenance in blood.

 

Gone is thoughtful consideration

At the hands of incompetence.

Maybe lawful consensus before launch would have

Esured our moral justification…what now?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

You Non-believers

You non-believers

What will it take for you to

Realize the truth

There are things beyond this world

That none of us can explain

Demons, shadow men

Ghosts lost in between the worlds

This is nothing new

Look back to antiquity

They existed before Christ

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Alone…

Alone…

All of the friendships in the world do not change that.

Born alone,

Die alone,

No one else can do either for us,

This is as it’s always been.

Looking to God,

Looking to our family,

We look to others for comfort,

But there is nothing,

Only the comfort we find within.

We fool ourselves thinking otherwise.

Why do we look for solace in acquaintances,

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers;

They cannot travel our journey.

In passing they cannot hold our hands.

This does not mean they do not love us,

Only that they can do nothing,

But wish us well and pray that our journey

Is something greater than a trip to oblivion.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Wisdom

Wasted on the young

I know because I was them once

Stubborn, invincible, I would live forever

Death seemed so far off

On the far side of halfway I want to share my lessons

Maybe this time someone will listen, then again why should this time be different

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

An Old Nemesis

An old nemesis

Fighting against me since youth

Comes again to call,

Trying to snuff my life out

As it’s always wanted to.

Thus far it has lost,

But I am a realist,

One day I will lose

And will have to pay the price…

Until then I choose to live!

 

~~ 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 ~~

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 ~~

Day To Remember

Day to remember

Like so many seen lately…

Anniversary.

Nine murders in Charleston

Changed nothing in this country.

 

What has to happen

To stir the minds of Congress,

Perhaps a revolt…

One that cannot be ignored

Regardless of the money!

 

People have value,

Trumping the death peddlers

Who profit in blood.

Now another forty nine

The next anniversary.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~