Blood is on their hands,
Again choosing to do nothing
In the wake of death.
Guns serve as the golden calf
Glorified by these heathens.
They’ve whored themselves out,
Bought by the highest bidder,
John…the N.R.A.
Instead of the people’s work
They’ve sold us out for money.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Day to remember
Like so many seen lately…
Anniversary.
Nine murders in Charleston
Changed nothing in this country.
What has to happen
To stir the minds of Congress,
Perhaps a revolt…
One that cannot be ignored
Regardless of the money!
People have value,
Trumping the death peddlers
Who profit in blood.
Now another forty nine
The next anniversary.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~
Cowards strike again
Hiding behind masks like rats
With rain of bullets
Free speech has offended them
The verdict…a death sentence
Stand up, show your face
Take responsibility
This is your moment
We know this isn’t to be
For your cause is but thin air
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Their blood flows freely
Pakistani children dead
By the cowards deed
Sanctioned by their religion
Claim these psychotic killers
Refuse to show face
They hide behind scarf and mask
Belief they’re martyrs
Slaughtering the innocent
All for a fictitious cause
They are heinous fools
Blinded by virgins promise
Their gift from heaven
Heaven does not await them
Instead Hell has their names etched
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Please tell me….
What does it look like to win?
Ideology can’t be defeated on the battlefield,
No matter how you try you can’t kill it.
You can kill its adherents,
Destroying the body, but their hate lives on.
Containment is decried as weak,
Nothing short of all out war satisfies the hawks,
Annihilation of everyone and everything their only answer.
So then, please tell me…
What does the enemy look like?
Muslim?
Dark skinned?
Light skinned?
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Young?
Old?
Sounds like the faces of the innocent and the guilty.
Can you please tell me…
How will you know your foe?
They will not come at you waving a flag.
They will not march upon your positions in perfect high-step.
They will not be clothed in matching uniforms,
Blaring their trumpets and saluting.
So tell me again…
Who is the enemy?
The farmer?
The shopkeeper?
The mechanic?
The soldier?
The school teacher?
The Imam?
The mother?
The father?
The child?
Would you have us kill every living thing just to make your point?
You rhetoric says that you would!
Someone please tell me…
What does it look like to win?
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Innocent victim
Slaughtered by a cowards hand.
Men of God they’re not!
Another family mourns
A loved one lost overseas.
Constant calls to strike,
Hawks playing on sympathy;
Who is the target?
Wolves blend in with sheep’s clothing;
More collateral damage.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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
Ignorance under a religious guise
Soiling the good name of those who follow God in peace
Inciting fear and bloodshed amongst your brothers
So you can selfishly reap the benefits of this world
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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