Greatness Is Hidden

Greatness is hidden

Behind a curtain of fear

Vile and ugly

Truly…what is to be gained

For the lecherous many

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A green light to hate

Harkening back to dark times

When race reigned supreme

Murder was freely sanctioned

With some holding little worth

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We aren’t this people

Covered in blood and blackness

We are so much more

Look deeply into your soul

See the light that calls your name

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This light is called love

And we are charged as shepherds

Tending to its flock

What’s best of America

Exists behind this veil

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco  ~~

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Don’t Argue

Don’t argue with one

That clearly knows less than you

Grandpa’s wise advice

Sadly I forgot his words

And scuffled with a buffoon

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Did We Arrive On This Vile Path

How did we arrive on this vile path

Where fiction and fantasy meet?

Justified in spewing their putrid rath

In droves before our feet.

 

They peddle not, in truth tis true

But little this seems to matter.

Sooner or later this stance they’ll rue

Once their illusions are shattered.

 

Never shall I understand the blind allure

Of a pompous and childish ass.

To lead the free world with temperament sure

There’s no room for any morass.

 

Dark are the days ahead for us, a once great and powerful nation.

For empires become superfluous, with righteous indignation.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Your Beliefs Guide You…

Your beliefs guide you…or misguide you

Like the dam trains the river.

We are born to know no hate,

No prejudice,

No racism,

No ascension of color,

This must be taught…instilled

By those who influence the young and malleable.

Children do not see difference,

To them a playmate is a playmate is a playmate

Until it is ruined by age.

O’ for us all to be children again,

Blind to race, creed and color

Returning the world to its purity,

Its wonder,

Its innocence,

Where we all would live in peace.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story: Black, White or Blue

I feel the pain with my last dying breath as the warmth of crimson surrounds me.  My legacy will be the chalk outline I’m soon to become ‘til washed away by the acid rains.

Whether black, white or blue, does it really matter when you’re dead.

…Death is color blind!

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Gangrenous is Hate

Gangrenous is hate,

Leeching on healthy tissue

‘Til decay consumes.

 

Once done…tell me what is left,

But a hollow corpse seething.

 

Such a waste of life.

O’ the good you could have done

Were you not selfish.

 

Alas free will corrupted

Leaving you ever bitter.

 

Your path is your own;

Be happy in this karma

Brought about by you.

 

May you take it to the grave

So the world might benefit.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Happiness (Acrostic)

Has there not been enough killing, enough hate

All centered around religious faith?

Perhaps kindness and love would be a better solution;

Plying our ingenuity to the pursuits of peace and joy

Instead of weapons of human destruction.

Never has there been such a proliferation!

Ever more I believe the right path is unfettered love,

Something we are born with, but many of us lose through cynicism.

Strive to regain it and you may witness the rebirth of childlike joy.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~