Aging Fingers Grasp At The Past

Aging fingers grasp at the past

While winds of change buffet them at every turn.

Quiescence is unnatural,

Steamrolling those that refuse to align.

 

Each generation flavors their water,

Drinking from the fountain of their creation;

Shaping the new world in the vision of the time.

 

Neither we nor our Constitution were meant to be stagnant,

Fluidity is what protects us, what progresses us.

We must put aside our antiquated notions of the past,

For as society evolves, we too are obliged to evolve,

Lest we die as a nation and as a people.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Nighttime Closing In

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Nighttime closing in

Finally peace and quiet

Mind and body sleep

 

~~ 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 ~~

We Look For Problems

We look for problems

In things we don’t understand,

Then try to solve them.

Irrational fears drive us

To discriminate by law

Or and religion.

 

This won’t make them go away,

They’ve always been here,

But we’ve been too blind to see.

 

Maybe love is the answer.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

100 Word Story – Hate At The Parade

Quoting chapter and verse from god knows what imaginary Bible, you condemned the innocent to eternal damnation through the screeching of your megaphone. Still under the banner of the rainbow they marched defiantly with smiles on their faces and love in their hearts for you and all in attendance.

Could it be that this is more virtuous in the eyes of Christ than the hate that spews from your blasphemous mouth.  Maybe next time you should take the time to read your precious New Testament and ask yourself…

What would Jesus do?  

Gives you food for thought now doesn’t it?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Our Collective Soul

Our collective soul

Lies buried in the rubble

Of hate, greed and lies.

 

One day we will rise from ash

Like the fiery Phoenix.

 

Enlightened, wiser,

Perhaps we will see we’re one,

Made of flesh and bone.

 

How sad that we must suffer

Before we open our eyes.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Stench Of Urine

Stench of urine,

Cardboard shacks,

Shopping carts,

Tattered clothes,

Hand-me-downs from the dumpster I suppose.

 

Rummaging through waste baskets,

Feasting on tainted food scraps,

Hiding in the shadows,

Sleeping on steam grates,

Misused,

Abused,

Something less than human.

 

Left for dead in the cold,

Filth in the form of flesh and blood,

But have you ever looked into their eyes,

Heard their hearts beat,

Seen them cry,

Gasp for their final breath?

 

I’m sure you haven’t

As you stepped over their broken bodies,

Avoiding them like the plague,

Chuckling at their despair,

On your way to your comfortable life.

 

Can’t you take a moment to lend a hand,

A little food,

A little shelter,

A bit of cash,

Instead of treating them like lepers,

Feeding off teets of the man..

 

You don’t know them,

You don’t know their stories,

Their hardships,

Their tragedies,

But you should…

They are our brothers and sister after all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Community

Comradery of souls

Offered without pretense;

More could not be asked for

Making the cause all the more special.

Unity of purpose unites

Nailing hearts and minds to a common cross,

Instilling strength to carry on the fight.

Though hardship and hatred will try to stifle,

Yearning for understanding and equality can never be silenced.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~