Fields of history
Strewn with blood and with corpses
Religions finest
Left to rot in their God’s sun
Could it be no one was right
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Fields of history
Strewn with blood and with corpses
Religions finest
Left to rot in their God’s sun
Could it be no one was right
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I feel the pain with my last dying breath as the warmth of crimson surrounds me. My legacy will be the chalk outline I’m soon to become ‘til washed away by the acid rains.
Whether black, white or blue, does it really matter when you’re dead.
…Death is color blind!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Use of deadly force
Must it be the first response
You can’t take it back
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
How is it that we managed to survive this long
Using violence against others indiscriminately
Maiming, killing for the sake of oil and profit
Are we really that cold and uncivilized
No excuse can convince me otherwise
I mourn the loss of all human life
Their families given little time to grieve
Yells for mercy are met with yet another bomb
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~