Blood Is On Their Hands

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 ~~

Frustration Mounting

Frustration mounting

As oligarchs come boldly

Their riches in hand.

Elections bought and paid for…

Secret meetings seal the deal.


Buying candidates,

How much money must they have,

How can we compete?

Sitting idly by we watch

As the slaughter commences.


In revolution

This once great nation was born.

Perhaps it is time

The monarchs retaste our wrath

By drowning their precious tea.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~