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 ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~
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 ~~
Teetering on the brink–again;
War-hawks sounding their alarm
Like the boy who cried wolf.
Prodding the populace with fear
As if they and they alone can foretell the future,
This is always their way.
They act as if violence on our soil is inevitable,
That we must strike first
Before the boogieman gets us in our sleep.
What is the endgame?
The objectives are muddled at best
Causing more harm than good.
Blaming the other side for inaction
Is their way of shifting focus,
And we believe time-and-time again.
All while their silken pockets are lined with gold
For their them and their friends.
Death is an industry like any other;
Capitalism at its finest
And we feed into their vile fare.
Rallying behind their hate and ignoring their greed
They hide behind the guise of patriotism;
O’ how blind and oblivious we are.
There is no dispute,
Barbaric acts of murder are despicable.
There is no death that can be condoned or celebrated,
Especially of the innocent.
Is this an act of war?
They are not a country.
They are not a government.
They are nothing, but criminals and murderers,
Treat them as such!
Yes, there is evil in this world!
Yes, there is a time and place for action,
But the motives must be clear,
The end must be solidly defined
And the cause must be just.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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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