Lives lost–statistics–
Death scrolls on the news ticker,
We can’t feel their pain.
Vaccinated from the world
We live in ignorant bliss.
Do we really care?
Our own are an afterthought
In our decade wars.
How truly cold we’ve become
Trading life for apathy.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Galvanizing hate!
Bombs serve as propaganda
Scrolled in human blood.
Tears can’t wash away the pain
As the body count rises.
What is to be gained,
There cannot be a victor
Amongst this madness?
Only memories of death
Can survive in these ruins.
Animosity!
The progeny of warfare,
Perpetuated.
It is the subjugator–
Trapping us in violence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Violence begets violence,
Through blood and terrible pain.
Hatred begets hatred,
With every fallen name.
Actions in this moment
Last for generations to come
Long after reasons forgotten
Our passions still succumb.
Perpetuating animus
At the cost of innocent life
Caught in the crossfire
Stainless victims of this strife.
Given a moment of thought
Or a look in a childs face.
Would we be so rash
To kill instead of embrace.
Perhaps someday great wisdom
Will seed the hearts of man.
To recognize the evil
Exacted since time began.
The hope for lasting peace
Lives in my fondest dreams.
Though unlikely in this lifetime
Nor ever so it seems.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scorched earth, tragic end
Dignity strewn far and wide
–No rest for the dead
Stranded in frozen boxcars
Awaiting man’s compassion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Boom!
Explosions foretell impending doom.
Shrapnel tears, litter, debris,
Screams of those one cannot see.
Missiles launched behind human shields,
Zionists and zealots refuse to yield.
Suffering little as the innocent die,
Denying they’re complicit, a terrible lie.
Which side is right, which side is wrong,
Difficult to tell they’ve hated so long.
Whether Gaza, Israel, Russia, Ukraine,
War is still war just with different names.
Fighting for ethnicity, Allah or God,
They’re “holier than thou” is just a facade.
Violence and death under whatever name,
Can’t be justified no matter what the claim.
Which leads me to wonder whether peace is desired,
With every bomb dropped and each rocket fired.
These wars have carried on for eons ‘til today,
I wonder if they really know any other way.
While their innocent suffer and hatred is bred,
I doubt they will stop until all sides are dead.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Their playground, our world
The bullies intimidate
Taking what they want
Caught in their dangerous game
We are expendable pawns
It is Deja Vu
Cold War resuscitated
There are no winners
Just two very big egos
Gambling our existence
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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