Second Amendment

Second Amendment

America’s obsession

Is this not sickness

An unhealthy love of guns

Could be deemed insanity

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Author’s Note: Before the gun advocates out there start jumping all over me I want to make it clear that I am not anti-gun.  I myself am a gun owner and will continue to be.  I do however,  believe the following: that we have no need in the public realm to possess assault weapons of any kind, only good can come in requiring background checks to purchase a gun, and lastly that there is no valid reason why a gun should not be registered.  All of the objections to any kind of  reasonable gun control are coming from conspiracy theorists and through the garbage spewed by the NRA.

 

According to statistics there have been 355 mass shooting in 2015 alone and with each one the majority of Americans hope that it will be the one that finally changes things, but alas nothing ever changes.  Yesterday 14 people were murdered in a mass shooting in San Bernadino California and just like the other 354 that came before it, nothing will likely be done.  All of our thoughts and prayers for the families, though kind, won’t bring their loved ones back nor prevent this type of thing from ever happening again. Thoughts without actions are useless.  No, stricter gun control laws won’t stop every incident of gun violence, but if they stop just one senseless death it would absolutely be worth it. Of course this is just one man’s opinion.

 

As a final note, the statement from gun advocates is that the bulk of mass shootings are caused by the mentally ill, with this I take no issue, I do believe however, that America’s obsessive compulsive attitude toward guns is a mental illness as well and one that needs treated for the sake of us all.

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Will We Never Learn

Will we never learn

This incessant gun culture

Always ends with death

Each mass murder punctuates

Still nothing ever changes

 

~~ 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 ~~

Darkness Falls Upon Angel Choir

Darkness falls upon angel choir

Heaven mourns the funeral pyre.

 

Senseless death, skins evening shade

With their lives by hatred paid.

 

No justification nor reason exists

For racism and prejudice to persist.

 

The sixties clearly were not the end

For Black Lives Matter we must defend.

 

How sad it is hate thrives this day

Hunting others like birds of prey.

 

The south has risen, of this I fear

Though reason why is not so clear.

 

As house of God nor fortress strong

Could save their lives from evil long.

 

Nay, I did not know them, but it matters not

They did not deserve this deadly plot.

 

I mourn this day for humanities loss

As beautiful lives have paid the cost

 

Again and again hate rears its head

And every time folks wind up dead

 

Ask this question, if you think you can

Is this really the promised land?

 

For some perhaps, but others no

This is no sitcom or drama show.

 

These lives are real they’re flesh and blood

They need not perish in a godless flood.

 

Perhaps if we stand against hatreds rule

We’ll cast them down into the fiery pool.

 

And raise this nation into Heaven’s light

By doing what we know is truly right.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

We Stand In Arrogance

We stand in arrogance,

Our own world–the only world

Feeling not the pain of others.

We are removed, unsympathetic, unconcerned,

It does not touch our lives.

You cannot touch video.

You cannot smell the written word.

You cannot taste their anguish.

Too far separated are we!

It is not real though we know it is,

Allowing oceans to separate safety from reality.

Sit quietly in the warmth and comfort of your homes,

Sip your coffee, piping hot and fresh,

Enjoy the bounty of the food that surrounds you,

Sleep well in the softness of your bed,

Watch your news,

Read your paper,

Pretend that all is right with the world,

But remember distance is merely an illusion.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

The Church Bell Tolls

The church bells toll

Another mother soaked in tears

Another child gone too soon

A shot rang out in the dark

No one heard, no one saw

Just an unnamed face on an urban street

Victim of the violence that thins the herd

Taking a precious piece of our future with it

Cries drowned out with claims of infringement

What then is their answer

Do nothing

An eye for an eye

A gun for more guns

Their solutions absurd

Do we not live in a civilized age

This screams for a change of culture

Banishing hopelessness and despair

Curing symptoms not the disease

With reassurance and help

The offer of a hand when times are tough

Lip service pays them no homage

Hate and mistrust are it’s only spawn

Action in word and deed the only vaccine

Not changing with the times breeds failure

Failure of us all

Failure of the Grand Experiment

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In Love With Our Guns

Its such an odd twist, absurd,

Answering gun violence with more guns.

Inconceivable, arming teachers in the classroom,

Firearms on college campus’,

Lines, long and winding for munitions,

A run on guns built for a single purpose…

To kill! The prey, not pheasant or mallard…

But people!

Radical outbursts of infringement ravage the land

While cooler heads say no in retort.

Jack-booted thugs do not knock at your door,

Confiscating what is yours.

An instrument of deaths existence

Does not grant license to possess.

Shall RPG, bazooka or grenade launcher be permitted?

Logic to the logical says a resounding no!

I ask you– where does this stop,

When does this madness stop?

Have we not lost enough treasured children,

Have we not seen the senseless acts of violence,

Families and lives destroyed.

This is not the wild west, Tombstone, The Ok Corral,

Time has come to let the gunslinger rest.

This is the twenty-first century for God’s sake,

…Not 1776.

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~