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 ~~
With rage filled falsetto,
The sword they did swing.
Exuding pure hatred,
As the metal blade did ring.
Their gesture surely proved,
Cruel motives not of God.
Over all the legions of bodies,
Their evil boots do trod.
How meaningless their killings,
Of brothers of the Quran.
All others considered infidels,
In this–God’s promised land.
While radiation bleaches,
The dead down to their bones.
Plaster’s painted red,
By blood spilled in their homes.
ISIS claims their quest,
God commanded of their troops.
While really it’s about power,
And the subjugating of groups.
Capturing the palaces,
The baroque and gaudy estates.
Feasting on the finest,
On gold and silver plates.
They pledge that no longer,
Will dormancy exist.
The caliphate will rise,
And rule with an iron fist.
Every living thing,
Will cower under their command.
Geese and sheep and camel,
And the people of this land.
Sadly violence met with violence,
May be the only way this stops.
Freeing terrorized citizens
To return to their farms and shops.
While nations far and wide,
Debate their horrid fate.
One nation no matter how imperfect
Stepped in before it was too late.
We lost one of our own,
One who never fought.
We pray that your death
Will not be all for naught.
The best thing we can do,
To honor your needless loss
Is to bravely stay the course,
And win at any cost.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #22
Wheels of bloody war continue to turn,
Backing foreign rebels whose motives unclear.
While villages and cities continue to burn
We’re spoon fed a diet of who we should fear.
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Millions of dollars to be funnelled covert,
To whom we don’t know, just trust us we’re told.
Protecting our interests how could it possibly hurt,
This story gets older the more that it’s told.
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Creating future enemies with training and guns,
A lesson that we still have not learned.
Viewed by the world as reincarnated Huns,
Our reputation, our flag once again burned.
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Another “War on Terror” with no defined win
A phrase perhaps coined oh so rightly
Though resources and patience are stretched ever so thin
We’re lied to with teeth clenched so tightly
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We’re told this is for the protection of all,
As if we couldn’t see through their disguise.
It’s all about profit and a wealth of crude oil
Wrapped in “freedoms” meager blanket of lies.
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Our love for our cars, our boats, our planes
And all things founded on fossil fuels.
We take what we want without easing their pains
Makes us look like great bullies and fools.
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Then they claim concern for the welfare of man
When it’s really nothing more than an act.
Money and greed and taking all that they can
Is an evident though an oft denied fact.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Call me cynical
For not having faith in you
Lies have tainted me
Asking to trust what you know
Haven’t we done this before
~
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I pray for restraint.
I pray that pride will not turn us blind,
This can only result in death.
Drawing all sides to the brink
On what road will there be peace?
.
Yes, perhaps lines have been crossed,
But lines can be distorted by wind,
Blurred by anger, smothered with oil,
Causing harried decisions…
This is the time for wisdom not greed.
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Let not egotism ignite Armageddon,
The stakes are far too great.
Have we learned nothing from our past,
Nothing from our present,
Nothing from the farewells to our sons and daughters?
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Tell us almighty, what is victory!
Show us what victory looks like,
We have not seen one in so long!
You ask again for our trust
Yet your truths ring as hollow as ever.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Blood pools on doorstep
Watered down by mothers tears
Limited air strikes
In the end it matters not
A child’s death is permanent
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dry tears dull her cheeks
No more left has she to cry
All has been taken
Her life, joy and only child
Squandered by a tyrant’s hand
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Our inaction screams
Falling upon bloody ears
Looking like cowards
We cower in our corner
Pompous in isolation
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tyrants iron fists
Slaughter the innocent
Void of all remorse
Those they were charged to protect
Prey for evil predators
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Led by a despot
Innocent blood stains the streets
Cries for help ignored
Are the lives lost all for naught
Genocide begs a response
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If not us then who
Each passing day brings more death
More graves to be dug
More mothers weeping their loss
The regime must abdicate
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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