Fraught With Peril This Thin Line – Rebel

Fraught with peril this thin line

    Once crossed will wither and die

Not so wide, but ever so fine

    Our elected few seem eager to try


Mad men with power where nary have tread

    Kindle the fires of conspiracy and hate

Ever so close the majority dread

    A nation’s short history left to fate


This cresipise so deep we fear to fall

    Bottomless pit will never end

Left to the tyrants this funeral pall

    To torments wrath we writhe and bend


What’s to be gained by ignorance hold

    Believing the fools venomous bite

Taking their word more precious than gold

    That is til exposed by reasons light


Hope springs eternal as the old saying goes

    May the ruinous seed be cast back to hell

Sooner or later nobody knows

    Righteousness waits the toll of the bell


This sickness not us wailed from the heart

    A cure lies ahead in the booth

Now is the time never too late to start

    The lever must suffocate their truth


Time to rebel dead ahead in our hands

    Never more urgent then now

Traitors that poison the mind and the land

    Must be buried by the blade of the plow


Rise up! Rise up! You sheepish bunch

    Stand up to the villain’s rusted sword

Truth lies before you much more than a hunch

    Trample to dust his evil hoard


If not for yourselves for your progenies sake

    Stiff your spine before time slides away

Your souls are their plunder and more they will take

    Mark these words spoken this day


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


The New Year Comes

The New Year comes

Amidst fireworks and gunfire.

Another corrosive year

Under the auspices of a fool.

Nothing to change for the better,

Nothing, just more pain,

More divisiveness and heartache.

Watch as what’s unknown

Collapses around our knees.

Impetuousness and egotism

Drive us to the brink of war.

Alone…we’ve alienated our friends,

Left them wondering what we stand for

While we wonder what we stand for.

We’ve lost our souls,

Sold them to the devil himself

While he sits laughing

And watching the insanity of Hannity

On his big screen.

Drowning in birdless tweets,

We live under the thumb of a child

Who treats our sacred institutions

As schoolyard rules to be trampled upon

For his own pleasure.

The New Year comes

And here we are ,

On the second spin of the merry-go-round

With a circus clown at the controls.

God help us…again.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~