Hawks call for more war
A peaceful resolution
Is the last resort
Someone I think is confused
When shedding blood is first choice
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Hawks call for more war
A peaceful resolution
Is the last resort
Someone I think is confused
When shedding blood is first choice
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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 ~~
Cries come from the Hill
They’re coming to kill us all
Mystic Lindsey Graham
He doesn’t need any proof
He just reads his crystal ball
~~ 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 ~~