Can You Hear Their Cries In The Wind

Can you hear their cries in the wind?

Can you smell their desperation?

They fight change with venom,

Covering their adversaries in vile spittel.

Red faced with anger they create crisis

Instilling fear and loathing in the gullible.

Spewing hatred, they seek to divide

Driving a wedge between brothers.

Lurching in their death throes

They claw to remain relevant, but it is futile!

Time is progressing as it always has

While they remain mired in the muck of the past.

Just as the dinosaur was doomed to extinction

So to are they, except they do not yet realize it.

Farewell you carnivorous beasts.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Terrorist Looming

Terrorists looming

Hidden amongst the shadows

They’ve no need to act

We are already afraid

Thanks to our politicians

 

Without a shot fired

We’ve cowered and raised the flag

Handing them the win

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Darkness Swoops in Like Shadow Cast by the Raven

Darkness swoops in like shadow cast by the raven;

A figment of imagination created by a troubled mind

Or reality, black and foreboding stealing a bit of sanity.

It is impossible to truly know which is which.

 

Fearing the worst, confidence is crushed to dust

Taking with it any semblance of normalcy

And scattering it to the four winds with each living breath.

O’ demon, take not my last shred of humanness

For fear that it may never return.

 

Tell me…what is it that you so hungrily desire!

Feasting on my deepest thoughts and dreams,

Why must you torment with such expectations of disaster?

Take leave…retreat with this illness back to the shadows

I shalt not be enslaved by thy razored talens.

 

Should survival not be my destiny, I shall take leave of my senses

Knowing that I fought to the bitter and bloody end.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Raised to Live in Fear

Raised to live in fear.

Plagued with being fallible

Before loving God.

Should I live in mortal doubt

Afraid of retribution?

I prefer to thrive;

Not in guilt, but blissful joy

Trusting God’s wisdom.

Ashamed of my sins–perhaps,

Though faithful in spirits grace.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~