Blood Red

Blood red,

The rainbow bleeds

A river born of hate.

 

You dare not question God,

He is perfect,

He is perfection by your own admission.

How then are they an abomination?

Are they not created by God,

Are they not flesh and blood and bone,

Are they not born,

Do they not die?

 

You…yes you are the blasphemers!

You will swim in the lake of fire on judgement day!

 

How dare you question God!

How dare you judge His perfect creations,

Taking their lives as if they were nothing.

 

If God truly is omnipotent,

Then they are just as worthy in His eye as you are,

Deserving the respect,

The honor

And the love

Afforded to all the children of God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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100 Word Story: The Alley

The torturous heat and putrid stagnant air was eerie and sickening as I cut through the alley.  The smell of rotting garbage carried by steam emitted from god-knows-where had me second-guessing my choice of shortcuts.  

Halfway through my journey the sound of a shrieking cat and the tipping of a trash can startled my nerves…I jumped.  Spinning around I caught a fast moving shadow streak across the alley.  

I had enough I thought, turning and running for my life back to the relative safety of the crowded thoroughfare. Saving a few seconds travel certainly isn’t worth risking it all.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Shadow Hovering

Shadow hovering,

Masked as national concern,

Arrogant bastard!

Caring not who he offends

As long as his ego is served.

 

What have we become?

Does not humility count?

Hate does not serve us,

It only serves to inflame

Defining an us and them.

 

He speaks of greatness,

Uniting America

While he divides us!

Tell me! What’s the attraction

To this thinly skinned buffoon.

 

The answer’s simple;

He appeals to the lowest

Animal instincts;

Making it okay to hate

Those who they don’t understand.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Look Within Your Heart My Wayward Son

Look within your heart my wayward son

To where your ancestry lies

At gun’s molten barrel the war won’t be won

No matter how hard you might try

 

Where did your fathers and mothers come from

No doubt from a long distant shore

Once arriving in America their journey’d begun

Facing more than their hopes bargained for

 

Fiery rhetoric from the ignorant right

Does nothing but insight hate filled fear

Isolating newcomers who fled terrors fight

Disillusioning their wish to be here

 

It’s amazing how little this nation’s progressed

Seeing prejudice and racism rear their heads

Taking one step forward then two we regress

Giving in to the hate mongers dread

 

Perhaps it is time we holster our guns

And temper our fork tongued speech

Instead doing what America should have done

Practicing exactly what we preach

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Dilute Ourselves

We dilute ourselves

Believing terrorism

Is new to our shores.

How ‘bout Oklahoma City,

The Olympic Park

Or Ted Kaczynski.

Maybe Newtown rings a bell

Perhaps Columbine;

A seemingly endless list

And not a single Muslim.

More often than not

Terrorists look just like you.

Scary isn’t it?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Fear Masquerading

Fear masquerading–

A disguise for the hatred

Lodged in feeble minds.

Isolationism calls

To quell the terror within.

Still you don’t see it,

You are giving them the win

And emboldening.

While we can’t change our sordid past

We can and must change our future

For the good of all mankind.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Hatred

Humanity cast aside by irrational fears

Are men, women and children to be left to die in the cold

To perish with no way forward and no way back

Reality supplanted by racism your justification

Every one of you should be ashamed

Demonizing what you don’t understand

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Look Under Rock and in Darkened Cave

Look under rock and in darkened cave,

Delve into nightmares your wakings enslaved.

 

Tell me O’ tell me what is it you fear

In each thing you see and each that you hear.

 

News of invasion and hordes stoke your fire,

Of conspiracy theories you never do tire.

 

Immigrants scare you though ancestors were one

You hide behind barricades with knife and with gun.

 

In each person of color is seen a terrorist’s face

Afraid they will conquer your white Christian place.

 

How sad it is to live with terror neverending,

An old way of life you are always defending.

 

Change is but natural and always has been

And not loving they neighbor…well that’s still one of God’s sins.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~