Raving Madman

Neither ignorance

Nor arrogance are virtues

A raving madman

Still in the end he’s human

The Anti-Christ he is not

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Exsanguination

Exsanguination,

Bloodletting of our nation

With every debate.

No discussion of issues

Just name calling like children.

 

Where is the substance?

Criticism solves nothing

Without solutions.

Since time immemorial

We have held this as the truth.

 

Today words of fools

Supplant our common senses.

Fear now rules our day,

Seen in every passing face;

Breaking our union apart.

 

What is it they want,

Their finger on the button

Ultimate power?

They are the ones we should fear

If in silence we’d listen.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ Blessed Silence How I Long For Thee (Sonnet)

O’ blessed silence, how I long for thee,

Surrounded by ignorance and fools.

Blind to reality by refusing to see,

They’re being used as propagandist tools.

 

Is not an informed citizenry a wonderful thing,

With fact-based opinions at their core.

Sadly lost to the masses, they grasp for a ring,

Tarnished from a time long before.

 

It seems compassion’s lost to the hearts of fellow-men,

Leaving them cold with the worst traits thought past.

Rigid and hateful and unwilling to bend,

Claiming piety with iron-fist holding fast.

 

The softening of hearts would surely serve us well while still questioning those that lead us.

A sacred obligation as our founders did tell with diplomacy and respect to discuss.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Their Playground

Their playground, our world

The bullies intimidate

Taking what they want

Caught in their dangerous game

We are expendable pawns

It is Deja Vu

Cold War resuscitated

There are no winners

Just two very big egos

Gambling our existence

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fear-mongering And Terror

Fear-mongering and terror

Spouted from the hallowed halls.

Worry not they shout,

We are here to protect you,

We know better than you,

We know the dangers.

Think…

At what cost?

They ask us to trust them,

Give us just a little they say,

Just a touch of your freedom.

It’s for a noble cause!

We only need it for a short while.

Like fools we consent;

Placating us under their umbrella of protection.

With each fearful rant they ask for more.

See how we kept you safe,

Nothing has happened,

But they are out there

Waiting to pounce,

They want you dead!

Asking one more for ounce of our liberty;

We gladly give it with a relieved smile.

Rumors of anxiety and dread persist,

Appeals subside,

They won’t know,

Devouring our freedoms under cover of darkness.

Alphabet soup can keep it hidden,

NSA, CIA, FBI and the rest.

Considering us ignorant and weak.

Reading our mail,

Listening to our most intimate calls,

Perusing out texts,

Nothing is private,

Nothing is sacred,

Our lives, open books for their amusement.

I ask you…

Who are the terrorists now

And who are the lambs?

Our way of life is eroding,

Just as the oligarchy has long-planned.

Extremists can sit back and watch,

As we surrender our greatness,

Under a cloud of fear,

Never having to fire another shot.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

For A Pocket Full Of Gold

This world has changed,

Though sometimes not for the better.

Progress coming at an expense,

Sacrificing flesh and blood for profit.

What has happened to our humanity?

Desensitized by corporatism,

We succumb to instant gratification,

In lieu of compassion.

Becoming fools and marionettes,

To the puppet masters.

Lining our pockets with trinkets.

Just to placate out need,

To live another day.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~