Fear Masquerading

Fear masquerading–

A disguise for the hatred

Lodged in feeble minds.

Isolationism calls

To quell the terror within.

Still you don’t see it,

You are giving them the win

And emboldening.

While we can’t change our sordid past

We can and must change our future

For the good of all mankind.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Barbed Wire Gauntlet

Barbed wire gauntlet

Raised to stem the human tide,

Too much too quickly.

Balancing fear with chaos…

Another iron curtain.

 

Displaced and hopeless,

Longing for Europe’s safety,

Left in no-man’s land.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

River Jordan (Acrostic)

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Revered and reviled

In modernity and antiquity,

Very few realize she is dying.

Ever less grand she trickles;

Redirected for selfishness sake.

 

Justify as you will,

Only time will reveal your fate.

Reality will creep in upon you,

Draining your life blood

As you have drained hers…

Never realizing until its too late.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Growing Frustration

Growing frustration!

ISIL laughs in our faces

…America bleeds.

Again we are being used

Because we’re slaves to their oil.

The coalition–

Where are they in this struggle?

This fight should be theirs!

Instead we do their bidding

As hostages to these captors.

We’re fooling ourselves.

This isn’t just about safety,

It’s economics.

 

~~ 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 ~~

 

Innocent Victim

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 ~~

 

ISIS (Acrostic)

Ignorance under a religious guise

Soiling the good name of those who follow God in peace

Inciting fear and bloodshed amongst your brothers

So you can selfishly reap the benefits of this world

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Lives Lost

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

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 ~~

 

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 ~~