End Game

Ego reared it’s ugly head

Needing a way to feed

Demanding sustenance in blood.

 

Gone is thoughtful consideration

At the hands of incompetence.

Maybe lawful consensus before launch would have

Esured our moral justification…what now?

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Feeding On Our Fears

Feeding on our fears,

Our bones ripe for the picking,

Vultures every one.

Everyday a new horror

New people, places and things.

 

You must be gifted

WIth visions of the future

At your fingertips.

Can you sense the sarcasm

Dripping from each written word?

 

With an artist’s flare

You paint the grimmest picture

Of Hell here on earth

Done just for your benefit

And this nation’s war machine.

 

With impure motives

Your aim is not to protect

It is to profit,

Using blood as currency

To swell your coffers.

 

Now I must ask you

With sincere undue respect…

Define terrorist!

Not exclusive to Islam

So…if the shoe fits wear it.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Little man

Inspiring fear,

Nostradamus of the Senate.

Do you see into the future?

Selling your snake oil to the masses

Even you can’t believe your own spiel,

Yammering on about how tough you are.

 

Give up already,

Recycled warmongering is getting old.

Aren’t you exhausted,

Haven’t your policies done enough damage?

America should be a beacon of peace not of violence.

Maybe it’s time for you to go.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~