Cross Fruited Plains The Wind Doth Blow

Cross fruited plains the wind doth blow

Though it seems we’ve lost our way.

When it will stop no one can know,

But it’s unlikely on that November day.

 

Our founders could not have foreseen the show

We see all around the clock.

Trump and Clinton round and round they go

For neither election’s a lock.

 

For one the issues seem no value to hold,

The other is wonky and stiff.

The first is cocky or so he’s been told,

Second each victory’s a gift

 

What have we done to get to this point, I really don’t know what to say.

This election is one that’s sure to disappoint, for the ones that don’t get their way.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

How Did We Arrive On This Vile Path

How did we arrive on this vile path

Where fiction and fantasy meet?

Justified in spewing their putrid rath

In droves before our feet.

 

They peddle not, in truth tis true

But little this seems to matter.

Sooner or later this stance they’ll rue

Once their illusions are shattered.

 

Never shall I understand the blind allure

Of a pompous and childish ass.

To lead the free world with temperament sure

There’s no room for any morass.

 

Dark are the days ahead for us, a once great and powerful nation.

For empires become superfluous, with righteous indignation.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Symbol Of Greatness

Symbol of greatness

Tarnished by greed and hatred.

A once proud people

Sinks deeper into ruin

While wearing a clueless stare.

They would be appalled

If only they were conscious,

But alas they aren’t

Choosing instead to live lies

Propagandized by tyrants.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~