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 ~~

Day To Remember

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 ~~

National Rifle Association

Never enough death for their liking

Always responding with “more guns”

This never seems to solve anything

It simply exacerbates the problem

Our constitution was meant to be fluid

Not fixed in the past

As times change so must it change

Lest we be captive to our founders

 

Read Jefferson

In his infinite wisdom he prayed it to progress

Fitting the needs of future generations

Left to our own vices we have failed

Every time a death occurs with gun-in-hand

 

Aren’t the lives lost worthy of discussion

Society says it has progressed

Sadly…I do not see it

Only more violence met with the promise of violence

Calls for change go unheeded

Instead they are met with angry rhetoric

Attacking anyone who disagrees

Toughening of gun laws is not outrageous

It is common sense

Only a savage society would disagree

Now let the games continue

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~