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 ~~

Second Amendment

Second amendment

Times do change and so must we

Guns aren’t the answer

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How many more have to die

Before we show some control

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Before I get any angry comments I’d like to make it clear that I am not anti-gun ownership.  I do however, believe that assault style weapons are unnecessary for the average citizen to own for personal protection or otherwise.  We continue to make excuses that banning assault weapons wouldn’t have changed anything and so our leaders have chosen to do nothing and as a result nothing has changed.  We continue to see an increase in mass shootings and an ever greater amount of death with the murders weapon of choice…the assault weapon.  When will one more death be too many?

See Armageddon

See armageddon–

Hiding behind bombs and guns,

Deadly viruses,

Indiscriminate killing,

Murder and mayhem abound!

Worst of man exposed;

What goes around comes around

As the saying goes.

Perhaps we’ve come full circle

To pay for indiscretions.

No nation is safe.

Technology has assured

We are one world.

Hide amongst your ignorance,

But know–it cannot protect.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Humanity (Acrostic)

How is it that we managed to survive this long

Using violence against others indiscriminately

Maiming, killing for the sake of oil and profit

Are we really that cold and uncivilized

No excuse can convince me otherwise

I mourn the loss of all human life

Their families given little time to grieve

Yells for mercy are met with yet another bomb

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Boom

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

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

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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 ~~