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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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 ~~

Lindsey Graham

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Little man

Inspiring fear,

Nostradamus of the Senate.

Do you see into the future?

Selling your snake oil to the masses

Even you can’t believe your own spiel,

Yammering on about how tough you are.

 

Give up already,

Recycled warmongering is getting old.

Aren’t you exhausted,

Haven’t your policies done enough damage?

America should be a beacon of peace not of violence.

Maybe it’s time for you to go.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~