Brother Against Brother

Brother against brother,

Sister against sister,

Words that divide.

Idealogues and pundits

Preaching their truths;

Do they profit from their lies

Or are they blinded by delusion,

We will never know which.

This does not excuse us.

Aren’t we obligated to discern,

Isn’t this what it means to be informed?

It appears we’ve forgotten,

Submitting to partisan experts,

Who feed what we want to hear

To our otherwise deaf ears.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

He’s Scorching The Earth

He’s scorching the earth;

Smell of sulfur permeates

From Hell’s fiery pit.

Long buried deep underground

His minions have arisen;

Blindly following

Abaddon’s vile deception

Like mindless rabble,

Anarchists legitimized

By the greatest deceiver.

 

Now’s the time for the

Thundering of the Shofar!

Time to declare war

In our fight for decency…

This nation’s identity.

 

We must not succumb

To conspiracy theories,

To the Fallen’s lies.

He will not be your savior

But instead your worst nightmare.

 

There’s still time…repent!,

Wake up before it’s too late

From this horrid dream.

We deserve better than this

Better than this Satan’s lies.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

I Don’t Know What Truth Is Anymore

I don’t know what truth is anymore.

Our source of sanity has gone insane,

Their lies are sold to us like snake oil

And we are foolish enough to believe.

Informed citizens seem far and few between.

 

How sad…

Our founding fathers must be distressed

To see us floundering in this sea of lies.

Who will champion us back to reality?

Who has the courage to stand up to this lunacy?

I have no confidence in those who have been chosen!

They are but pawns or fools

Chosen by their parties, corrupt.

 

Something must change.

 

Revolution gnaws at our heels,

Begging us to submit.

Ask yourself…

When will we listen?

The opportunity has been laid at our feet,

But we have chosen to look away

Settling as we always do.

 

It looks like we will never learn.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Cadavers Are Strewn


 
Cadavers are strewn

Mutilated in his wake

And then there was one

Reality TV star

Chosen to lead our nation

A nation of fools

Lost in their own arrogance

We’re so gullible

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Bitterest Of Pills

Bitterest of pills

I swallowed without consent

And now I’m choking.

 

With every day that passes

I pray for civility

Only to suffer

The pains of disappointment.

 

Will I ever learn…

I doubt that I ever will,

But there’s no harm in hoping.

 

Trying to temper

My passion for politics,

Where lies don’t matter,

Compassion signals weakness

And right and left never meet.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

His Dizzying Array Of Nonsense

His dizzying array of nonsense boggles the mind

While apologists stutter excuses.

The dark underbelly of society cheers

Like rabid dogs dancing insanely in the streets.

Violence abounds though he denies its existence

Even while celluloid, coated in pepper spray stifles their lies.

He misspoke, He was taken out of context

Are the excuses of today as women are marched to prison.

Discussions of personal responsibility

Do not apply to this “Teflon Don”.

He speaks his ugly mind

Letting consequences fall where they may.

He didn’t start it, the other guy did

Showing that even spouses aren’t safe.

A schoolyard bully in a custom tailored suit

Wants to rule your roost,

And you are willing to blindly let him.

It matters not whether he is of substance,

It only matters that he speaks exactly what you think.

 

~~ 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 ~~

More Schoolyard Antics

More schoolyard antics

With name calling and punches

Unpresidential

It doesn’t seem to matter

To the ignorant voter

~

What’s happened to us

Prepubescent politics

Make us laughingstocks

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~