End Game

Ego reared it’s ugly head

Needing a way to feed

Demanding sustenance in blood.

 

Gone is thoughtful consideration

At the hands of incompetence.

Maybe lawful consensus before launch would have

Esured our moral justification…what now?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Retaliation

Retaliation

Or at least the thought of it

Over little things

For this I have no excuse

Except for being human

I long to be more

Much more than this petty man

One that’s full of love

Unconsciously forgiving

WIth not one expectation

Even this is hard

This one solitary thing

Before the gauntlet

It is called being human

This one–I cannot escape

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~