He’s called many names
God, Rom, Allah, Krishna, Christ
All are names of peace
It’s man who is violent
Not the Gods whom they worship
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: extremists
Homeland
Hate for this word runs deep,
Ominous…reminiscent of the Nazis.
Men’s cruelty at its worst…
Even now I shiver at the thought.
Luther never dreamed of it in his day.
America, are we on the path to radical nationalism?
Never has there been a more dangerous thing,
Deutschland’s history…I pray it never repeats.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
War Rages Onward
War rages onward
Violence meets violence
Meets more violence
Do we not see the pattern
Are we blind to the outcome
It is infinite
The result always the same
With flag draped coffins
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is There A Cause
Is there a cause in the name of God worthy of cruelty.
Man seeks ever more horrific ways to slaughter
Proclaiming, “This is the will of God.”
Show me where it is written that this is His command.
It is nothing more than a grab for power,
A subjugation of the populace through a reign of terror…
Your mortal motives impure.
Defend your beheading of the innocent,
Defend your burning of the living for the world to see.
How does this bolster your cause?
All you serve to do is alienate through your merciless violence.
You are looked down upon as animals,
A scourge on the face of this planet to be eradicated.
Lay down your sabres, holster your guns,
Draw down and retreat into the background,
Live in peace.
No further murders need be committed,
If you become silent
And listen to the gentle words of your God.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Vultures Every One
Vultures every one, they pluck at the carcass.
Oh yes, it is dead and has been for some time,
But they choose to masquerade it in lively rhetoric.
Speaking not of how they will resuscitate the corpse
They prefer to spew bile at those they accuse of murdering it.
Solving nothing, they offer up a civics lesson as hope,
A promise of a return to days long gone by.
They know this can never be,
That we should never return to the cesspool of the past that got us here,
Still they desire with a selfish heart, to thrust this upon us.
No longer a land, by the people, of the people, for the people,
We have devolved into a country of the corporation,
By the corporation, for the corporation.
Our politicians, beholden to these behemoths disregard the people,
Believing their constituents too inept to notice.
Sadly, our elections show they are too often right.
Seats of government are filled with crazies, radicals and thieves
Looking to promote their own self-interests,
Their own delusional ideals,
The interests of those that bought their loyalty.
Their records show nothing but opposition to the other side,
No compromise, no debate, just blatant obstruction,
This they do, all the while claiming to be patriots and waving their tattered flags.
Perhaps we are as much to blame for this violent death as they.
Each vote cast inflicts another gangrenous wound on this once vibrant body.
I fear it too late for meaningful change.
Our young prefer social media and video games to interest in things political.
What the future holds is anyones guess,
But with crystal ball in hand I foretell a funeral, the body in shrouds,
No taps being played, no mourners present to pay their last respects,
They can’t because they are too busy texting and watching youtube to notice.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
‘Round We Go Again (Tanka)
‘Round we go again
Reminiscent of Crusades
This old game of chess
What’s going to be our next move
In this match that ends in draw
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Consternation Kills
Consternation kills;
Turning inward the faint heart,
Swallowing them whole.
Such is the fear mongers goal,
To scare the masses to death.
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Played time and again,
Fear worse than reality,
Still we never learn.
There is great strength in numbers
If we’d only stand as one.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Terrorists (Acrostic)
They only win if you live in fear
Envisioning terror around every turn
Red, blood red keeps you awake at night
Rendered by the media and the radical’s might
Only you can stem this terrible tide
Ridding the world of their plague that imbibes
Impending doom is what they so desire
Stifling of hope for a future that’s bright
Tell them their end lies in the approaching hour
Standing as one–their fates are most dire
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
With Rage Filled Falsetto
With rage filled falsetto,
The sword they did swing.
Exuding pure hatred,
As the metal blade did ring.
Their gesture surely proved,
Cruel motives not of God.
Over all the legions of bodies,
Their evil boots do trod.
How meaningless their killings,
Of brothers of the Quran.
All others considered infidels,
In this–God’s promised land.
While radiation bleaches,
The dead down to their bones.
Plaster’s painted red,
By blood spilled in their homes.
ISIS claims their quest,
God commanded of their troops.
While really it’s about power,
And the subjugating of groups.
Capturing the palaces,
The baroque and gaudy estates.
Feasting on the finest,
On gold and silver plates.
They pledge that no longer,
Will dormancy exist.
The caliphate will rise,
And rule with an iron fist.
Every living thing,
Will cower under their command.
Geese and sheep and camel,
And the people of this land.
Sadly violence met with violence,
May be the only way this stops.
Freeing terrorized citizens
To return to their farms and shops.
While nations far and wide,
Debate their horrid fate.
One nation no matter how imperfect
Stepped in before it was too late.
We lost one of our own,
One who never fought.
We pray that your death
Will not be all for naught.
The best thing we can do,
To honor your needless loss
Is to bravely stay the course,
And win at any cost.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #22
Violence Begets Violence
Violence begets violence,
Through blood and terrible pain.
Hatred begets hatred,
With every fallen name.
Actions in this moment
Last for generations to come
Long after reasons forgotten
Our passions still succumb.
Perpetuating animus
At the cost of innocent life
Caught in the crossfire
Stainless victims of this strife.
Given a moment of thought
Or a look in a childs face.
Would we be so rash
To kill instead of embrace.
Perhaps someday great wisdom
Will seed the hearts of man.
To recognize the evil
Exacted since time began.
The hope for lasting peace
Lives in my fondest dreams.
Though unlikely in this lifetime
Nor ever so it seems.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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