Believe As You Will

“Believe as you will”,  you say,

“I can respect that”, you say with a smile.

In your heart of hearts you are only tolerating,

You know they are wrong,

They don’t believe as you do so they must be wrong.

It matters not that we share this same walk together,

They have the same pains,

They have the same hopes,

They have the same dreams,

They fear,

They mourn loss,

They live and die just as you do,

But yet you self-righteously sit in judgement.

Is that what your God wants,

Is that what my God wants,

I seriously doubt it.

If you wish to be judge and jury,

Look no further than the heathen within

And you will find plenty of crimes to punish.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Please Tell Me

Please tell me….

What does it look like to win?

Ideology can’t be defeated on the battlefield,

No matter how you try you can’t kill it.

You can kill its adherents,

Destroying the body, but their hate lives on.

Containment is decried as weak,

Nothing short of all out war satisfies the hawks,

Annihilation of everyone and everything their only answer.

So then, please tell me…

What does the enemy look like?

Muslim?

Dark skinned?

Light skinned?

Man?

Woman?

Child?

Young?

Old?

Sounds like the faces of the innocent and the guilty.

Can you please tell me…

How will you know your foe?

They will not come at you waving a flag.

They will not march upon your positions in perfect high-step.

They will not be clothed in matching uniforms,

Blaring their trumpets and saluting.

So tell me again…

Who is the enemy?

The farmer?

The shopkeeper?

The mechanic?

The soldier?

The school teacher?

The Imam?

The mother?

The father?

The child?

Would you have us kill every living thing just to make your point?

You rhetoric says that you would!

Someone please tell me…

What does it look like to win?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~