The Sun is Setting

The sun is setting, bathing our fall in the last rays of day.

Still we sleep sound in the quiet of darkness,

Oblivious to what awaits

Even though it has been foretold by sages and fools.

This end will not come with the concussion of a bomb,

It will not be suffered by the bloodletting of a bullet

These would be less painful.

It will come to us by our own greed,

Our ignorance and inhumanity will trounce us,

Look at those that came before,

The great Roman Empire.

Where is it now?

Oh yes it exists in its crumbling ruins,

Disintegrating coins dredged from the bottom of the sea

And legendary despots littering history books.

The sun has set for them yet their kind still exists.

Look no further than America!

This land of so much promise has been duped,

Fooled by its aristocrats and their vast wealth.

They stoke the fires of hatred and prejudice to divide us

Until we become immune to the putrid bile they spew.

They trust that factless propaganda will be trusted,

That we won’t take the time to hold them accountable…

And they are right, we are sheep being lead to slaughter.

What will it take to wake us up from their fear?

We are arrogant and pathological in our policy,

Refusing to take blame for even the smallest thing.

Climate change is real say our climate scientists

Yet we deny it because we aren’t scientists.

ISIS did not sprout out of thin air,

We created it with our insatiable thirst for oil

And the deaths of those we were determined to depose.

Education, social security and Medicare are in danger

Due to their incessant need to privatize and profiteer.

Tell me, what did they do to make you trust blindly?

All they did was tell you whose fault it is,

What group to hate,

That social programs like socialism are evil,

That they will watch your back and protect you

While taking away your civil rights in subtle ways.

Their votes send your jobs away all the while you beg them to help you.

Really what did they give you to vote away your best interest?

Lower taxes, privatization of government services, more free trade and job loses,

The right to openly discriminate against your fellow Americans,

All under the guise of some imagined religious war.

I really don’t understand what has happened,

When we stopped being logical and informed,

When we started believing in the oligarch’s fairytales,

When we became cultists to the media.

All I know is that changes are coming

So be careful what you wish for.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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My Struggle Persists

My struggle persists.

When confronted with belligerence I am weak;

Anger bubbles up from the depths of my soul.

Though I attempt to be as the sage,

Civil, calm, understanding, as yet I am not.

This disappoints me–disappoints me greatly,

But I have learned to forgive myself.

It is only my humanness barging through

Exposing me for what I am…a mere mortal.

Superhuman, without feelings or emotion,

I suppose not as I was born, live and will die.

Perhaps next time I will have more control,

Understanding that he who presents as my adversary

Is nothing more than my fellow man,

Ensconced with the very same emotions

That I too struggle to contain.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Deeply I Reach Into The Inner Well (Sonnet)

Deeply I reach into the inner well

In search of peace and love.

Picking it up from where it fell

I push it back up with a shove.

 

Caught up in emotion of circumstance,

Surrounded by sadness and gloom.

Needing to take a more positive stance

Away from feelings of impending doom.

 

Emotions running far too high,

My health will be paying the price.

If I don’t allow my anxiety to fly

The outcome won’t be so nice.

 

So time, it has come to put anger away and connect with the spiritual me,

Hoping this time it will come home to stay and at last I’ll be finally free.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Skin Prickles

Skin prickles,

Blood boils,

Barbs catch flesh

Tearing bits and pieces.

Words are arrows striking my soul,

Bleeding and angry I cry out.

Why…why does bating frustrate,

I promised it wouldn’t!

It would never be allowed to spoil me,

But it has once again.

Deep breaths, eyes closed, I must let it go,

Regaining my center,

Banishing my anger to the netherlands,

For my own sanity I must forgive

Allowing others to believe as they will.

They too are trying to find their way;

Looking for answers through consensus or conflict.

I must learn to accept this with a smile

Offering them nothing,

But love and silence.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Retaliation

Retaliation

Or at least the thought of it

Over little things

For this I have no excuse

Except for being human

I long to be more

Much more than this petty man

One that’s full of love

Unconsciously forgiving

WIth not one expectation

Even this is hard

This one solitary thing

Before the gauntlet

It is called being human

This one–I cannot escape

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I Look Upon Such Great Divide

I look upon such great divide

Families fighting through verbal battle

No middle ground, forced to choose sides

Opinions grasped like so much chattel

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Scarcely since Our Civil War

Have differences raised so much ire

Tell me–what is all the anger for

Fueling tinder to spark the fire

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Inundated torrent of adapted news

All with clearly chosen leanings

Partisan sides, a burning fuse

Caring not for truth or meaning

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We drink like cattle at the trough

Hearing what we choose to hear

Everyone else’s minds gone soft

Perpetuating mood of hate and fear

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One and all looking for someone to blame

Misplaced trust keeps fanning the fire

As rhetoric strives to focus their aim

Their lust for blood on a funeral pyre

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Once an asset was a public informed

Now we are led astray like sheep

Our minds and senses propaganda stormed

To the point we dream it in our sleep

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Questions arise, what liar to believe

None of them are worthy of trust

Making their quest to cheat and deceive

We pray their riches turn to rust

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When oh when will we ever learn

Its up to us to force a change

Instead, watching while we crash and burn

Isn’t our complacency rather strange

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Confusion

Confusion…

Cacophony of sights and sounds

Soupy mixture

A distasteful bombardment

Inescapable…

Every turn a stone wall

Pounding and punishing

Piercing flesh

Drawing blood

Fracturing bone

Draining every last drop of energy

Pushing back

Nothing but resistance

Drenched in sweat

Eyes sting

Bloodshot from strain

Head in hands

Driven to tears

Trapped…

Beaten into submission

Giving up

You win

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~