HIS POEMS BELOW
ELEVEN, SIX AND COUNTING
Nearly three thousand killed
On that sad and fateful day
And more dying all the time
Since our Nation lost it's way.
We went after the terrorists
Rightly, in Afghanistan
Then, the invasion of Iraq
Began that War of a flawed plan.
The Taliban and al-Qaeda
Were going down with their defeat
Then we quit, took Troops away
Before their demise was complete.
The most wanted man on Earth
Osama, is still on the run
We probably could have had him
If we'd finished, what we'd begun.
But now, Iraq is full of terrorists
They're running wild, far and wide
And each day we have more Muslims
Going over to the terrorist's side.
The Iraqis people must stand up
And learn to govern, their own way
Saddam is gone, and they are free
To speak out, and have their say.
Our Country is deep in debt
Our Troops, weary and spread thin
Bogged down in Iraq's civil war
That many say, we can not win.
Our borders are still wide open
People come and go as they please
Just like those from Nine Eleven
More cells can sneak in with ease.
There's many say we are no safer
And the World is in dire straits
And many who once stood beside us
Place blame on this United States.
And no, we never will forget
What happened that terrible day
And all those precious lives taken
Or the great price we had to pay.
But, there's thirty-eight hundred more
Who have paid the ultimate cost
As we wonder how many more
Family's loved ones must be lost?
We have too many brave Heroes
Who serve, and will maybe, die
As more and more people ask
Was this War worth it, and why?
As we mourn those from Nine Eleven
Let's add those lost, since, to our prayers
And show all who are serving now
We are a Nation, that truly cares.
Let them know, we want them Home
That, enough of them have died
That each, will get a Hero's welcome
For a job, well done, with Pride.
We have asked enough of them
Much more, than we should expect
But, they did, themselves Proud
And surely earned, our deep Respect!
Del “Abe” Jones
A DAY TO REMEMBER
Anniversary is not a proper word
To mark the meaning of that day
And now, five years from that date
Is not nearly far enough away.
Too many families and loved ones
Still feel that pain down in their Soul
From the Towers to the Pentagon
To those who heard those words, “Let's roll!”
Hearts still ache and tears still flow
On the eleventh of another year
Those who lost will always miss
All those People they hold, dear.
There are still unanswered questions
For those who ask the reason, “Why?”
Was it really necessary
For all of those folks to die?
The nine/eleven Commission
They asked and probed and dug
Their many recommendations
Some dismiss, with just a shrug.
To correct all those problems
Will step on way too many toes
Might take some from their bottom line
We all know, that's the way it goes.
For those who make the rules
Most politicians are the same
The only thing they care about
Is to play the lobbyist's game.
If anything is to be done
The People, are who will make it so
We must write or fax or call
To make our Reps learn what we know.
Seems once they get elected
And they join that unique group
They forget from whence they came
And get caught up in the loop.
Not all of them are worthless
But seems there are very few
Who really want to do right
And represent me and you.
Our system is really broken
And there is really no quick cure
But at the polls in November
We can make a change, for sure.
So many things must be done
From our border to border
But there should be a sign in DC
That says it all, “Out of order!”
Some of the victim's families
Have been working every day
To try to make a difference
They could show us all, the way.
So as we celebrate the lives
And mourn all of those who died
In all their names we must try
To regain our Nation's pride.
“By and for the People”
Is the way that it should be
And whether it will or not
That is all up to you and me.
Del “Abe” Jones
FOUR YEARS AND A WEEK OR SO
A week and more of suffering
From another Enemy
After four years of Heartache
In this Land Of The Free.
The Towers and the Pentagon
And Heroes of that fateful Flight
The total lost as yet unknown
From those of the Gulf Shore’s plight.
In both, the hindsight twenty, twenty
Unanswered questions asking, “Why?”
Will the next time be much better
Will we have learned or even try?
Will power struggles cost more lives?
Will they learn to communicate?
Or will it be the same old thing
As the bureaucrats seal our fate?
Nobody’s fault, but everybody’s
From the very bottom to the top
But using Human lives as pawns??
That really must come to a stop!
Some of us are very lucky
We watch the horrors from afar
We can go on with our lives
Never knowing, where those Victims are.
When just a little bit of planning
Could have saved some of those lost
There’s no excuses when prevention
Could be done at not near this cost.
If not for People helping People
And doing the task on their own
We would never see the Light
Where the American Spirit’s shone.
The politicians do their politics
And so-called leaders fight for turf
But, those with boots on the ground
Are the ones who show their worth.
We must have a true accounting
And not let those losses be in vain
We must fix whatever there is wrong
So this will never happen again.
While Osama still roams free
And with more Storms to come our way
Let’s all remember all those lost
Since that September Eleventh Day.
Del “Abe” Jones
9/11 SHOW AND TELL
There’s many unanswered questions
That all those loved ones need to know
Maybe some important little things
Will help the healing, that goes so slow.
It’s not up to those in power
And officials who think it best
Everything must come out in the open
Before this thing can be put to rest.
The ones who grieve their losses
Are the ones who still pay everyday
And all they ask is for all the truth
For that price that they had to pay.
They should get all of the answers
At the least all that there are know
And not be tied up in the red tape
By some bureaucratic so and so.
Del “Abe” Jones
10 Feb 2005
THREE AND COUNTING
Of our “day of infamy”
Of battles against terror
And it’s war’s casualty.
Osama still on the roam
And the borders, we control (?)
Filling up with terrorists
Who come to thwart our goal.
Maybe, “we can win” the war
Or, “maybe we can’t”
Depends on who you talk to
Who’ll give you a different slant.
But, ask the friends and families
Of those who have already “lost”
And those who march in “harm’s way”
Who, really pays the “cost”?
The bureaucrats and diplomats
Tell us it’s all necessary
And that, this too, will pass.
But, ask those who build the bombs
And blow themselves, to “Kingdom Come”
Who think killing innocent people
Will take them to “Martyrdom”.
They have no respect for life
Or the consequence of actions
Using any means to an “end”
Of all non-Muslim factions.
Our Nation is sadly learning
What others already knew
That the terrorists will never quit
No matter what we do.
We’ve also learned a lesson
That we should have known
We must work with other Countries
Because, we’ll never win, alone.
Del “Abe” Jones
Our Lawmakers are Too Busy
(not taking care of our security and borders)
They are too busy doing nothing
And arguing about the same
Wasting our money and their time
With things like the "marriage" game.
Now they’re too busy getting ready
To go home until next year
Not thinking "the report" is scary
No, they don’t share our fear.
They don’t seem to think there’s danger
And the needed changes can wait
But, wonder what they will say
If they find out, next year was too late?
THE CHRISTIAN THING TO DO
And the battle still goes on
Through the old bureaucracy
To make tall buildings safer
When there's an emergency.
The owners and builders
Need to spend a little more
To plan and build them better
From the bottom to top floor.
Lessons taught that fateful day
Must make us all duty bound
To make sure there is change
And that safer ways are found.
No doubt, lives could be saved
If we learn from Nine-Eleven
In the name of all those Souls
Who took that trip to Heaven.
Del "Abe" Jones
IT’S NINE TO ELEVEN
Two years of hurt and misery
That seems, like yesterday
To think, it still brings tears
At least, does me that way.
Can’t imagine, with a loved one
Or, even a close friend
Guess, I could be far removed
It wasn’t mine, who met their end.
But, in that days’ memory
A little bit of each loved soul
Adds their little, special bit
That, makes up, the whole.
A small piece of all Americans
And, all people who live free
Bring a little something, to it
To what, the rest, will see.
So, we must show resolve
Not, let them see us sway
Except, when our heads bow
For, those lost, that day.
Nine days to eleven, 2003
FOR THE KIDS
(reading names on 9/11)
The children of our future
Read the names of those passed
A tear was shed for every one
From the first to the last.
"Daddy, we miss and love you."
"Mom, you’re in my heart and prayers."
"My Brother, you’re my hero."
And, "We miss you.", from sisters.
Godfathers and Godmothers
Aunts, Uncles and all Kin
Were all named and honored
With loving feelings from within.
Some names were hard to say
But, the Kids did quite well
Loved ones knew, who they were
That was, easy, to tell.
They stood there before us
And got through it with few tears
With a presence and maturity
Far, beyond their years.
They did us proud, showed the world
The meaning, of "true grit"
And let all know, freedoms’ torch
Will forever, remain, lit.
September eleventh, two thousand, three
THE FINAL SOLUTION
I couldn’t watch TV no more
My thirst had been fulfilled
I spent the day, hearing those
Whose loved ones had been killed.
I shed a tear (a bunch of them)
Although, I shouldn’t say
Because a real, grownup man
Should not act, that way.
He must be strong in his ways
And not show, if he cares
He must step up, not go back
As he climbs, those social stairs.
He can’t be honest to himself
Because, the truth, might feel
Like he’s never felt, before
Like, something, kinda real.
No wonder we won’t believe
In mankind’s evolution
Because his stupidity
Might be the real solution.
Flowers in WTC pools
The beauty of the souls
Float upon the tears
As the people weep
WORKING FOR THE DEVIL
Less than twenty-four hours
Until the anniversary
Of when we lost our innocence
In the land of the free.
We’ve had our share of tragedies
From Mother Nature and our own
But this terror from a foreign land
Is the worst, that we have known.
The sickest part about that day
Was the reasons that they claim
That they were doing the bidding
Carried out in their gods’ name.
Martyrs in their crazy minds
Headed for some promised land
But the Devil is who welcomed them
In the world of the damned.
The worst part about it all
Are the ones who’ll take their place
Who keep Satan alive and well
Within, the human race.
SEVEN, FOUR, SEVENTY-SIX
In the year of 1776
Dreams of Freedom were Declared
New to the World, a way of Life
No way, to be compared.
Through the years, embattled
Some,tried taking it away
But, it survived, though changed
To what we know, today.
They’ve brought terror to our shores
And threatened our security
Made us run for cover
In this Land of the Free.
They made us see the World
In a different kind of light
Of the jealousy and hate
That would have, Freedom take flight.
But, the Soul of a Free people
Will always rise above the rest
To show the tyrants of the World
That Truth, comes from the Test.
Though, nothing is ever perfect
And we learn through our mistakes
Liberty will be triumphant
No matter, what it takes.
Our People and the Stars and Stripes
Will always lead the way
Because we know, what it’s like
To have an, Independence Day.
A TOUCH IN THE WIND
It was, a day for reflection
Starting, calm and so serene
Then,wind from those "Towers"
Started blowing, in between.
The names of Souls, spoken
Seemed, to alter nature’s course
And what it seemed to be
They came to say, "Goodbye!", in force.
Reaching out and touching
All, who came to grieve
To say, "Get on with your life.
Because, we have to leave."
"But, we won’t go far.
We’ll be in every breeze.
And, if you listen, you will hear us
Rustling through the leaves."
"And, when those leaves have fallen
And the winters winds blow
Don’t worry, we’ll still be there
In every whirling flake of snow."
"Then when, the springtime comes
And all things grow, anew
Please take joy, in knowing
We’ll still be there, with you."
"They may have stopped our "being"
But, our Spirits, will soar
When you feel us in, the blowing winds
Where we’ll be, forever more."
Del "Abe" Jones
FOR, ALL THOSE SOULS, A TO Z
"A" is for, "all" of them
"B" is for, the "broken" hearts
"C" is for, those "calls" they made
"D" is for, when a "dream" starts.
"E" is for, "everything" left undone
"F" is for, those "fallen" heroes
"G" is for, the "good" times
"H" is for, where the good "heart" goes.
"I" is for, the pain "inside"
"J" is for, the "joined" hearts
"K" is for, the "kindness" shown
"L" is for, what "love" imparts
"M" is for, the "misery"
"N" is for, "never" more
"O" is for, the loved "ones" passed
"P" is for, that "pass" through Heaven's door.
"Q" is for, the "quiet" times
"R" is for, "rest" in peace
"S" is for, their mortal "souls"
"T" is for, the "true" release.
"U" is for, "until" we meet again
"V" is for, the "veteran" in us all
"W" is for the "war" we wage
"X" is for, the "x" factors call.
"Y" is for, "you" and me
"Z" is for, when we reach our "zenith"
With all those names, A to Z
That we'll all, someday, be with.
Del "Abe" Jones
Just think of all those images
Etched into every mind
Of every one who saw "it"
Each snapshot, one of a kind.
Each blink of the eye
Was another pic not seen
But, enough between the tears
Of, each horrific, scene.
Those pictures will always be
There, in our, minds eye
Locked in our private galleries
Until, the day, we die.
A LITTLE LESS
Well, it’s been a year now
Since we had that nightmare
But, it seems like yesterday
With, all the pain still there.
Life for most goes on
But, for some, stands still
With that empty void inside
They try to find a way, to fill.
We can all reach out to them
And hold them in our heart
But we can’t mend the hurt
That, tears theirs, apart.
No matter how we try
And no matter what we say
There’s no way we can know
What they went through, that day.
It’s just one year of hurting
That will last their whole life through
Shared with all the teardrops
That were shed by me and you.
But, we must count our blessings
In this "land of the free"
Although there aren’t as many
As, there used to be.
Del "Abe" Jones
A few acres of heartache
Of, the most sacred ground
But, all "they" see is money
The most valuable, around.
We all know, who will win
It’s "them", with all the means
It won’t be the souls, that cry
From, those most horrific scenes.
And if "they" build, buildings
Each window, will show
The reflections of a life
Someone, will never know.
There will be, some peeking out
And, looking to the sky
To, see the crash, that took them
And ask, the question, "Why?"
There will be, some looking down
And, trying to find release
Amongst the structures that "they" build
But, there will be no peace.
They were killed in an attempt
To hurt, the almighty dollar
Now, "they" want to put the greed
Right back, into that "holler".
The most expensive land on Earth
With some(?) dollars, for each "BEING"
But, more profits for "the few"
Is all we will, be seeing.
That hallowed ground, is for the rich
To make, "their" profits soar
As if "they" didn’t have enough
All "they" want, is more.
Even, sixteen acres won’t replace
A small part, of the pain
Of, those lost souls, innocent
We’ll, never see again.
Del aka Abe Jones
UNTIL THE END, MY FRIEND
I don’t ever think I’ve had
Since Oklahoma City
Something move into my soul
And the heart, of me.
The pain I feel inside
For all the human race
Makes me feel ashamed inside
And, want to hide my face.
I know I’ve always known
How cruel, we all could be
But, in the past year
Saw, more, than, I should see.
The wrath of the hate
But, then I stop and think
I didn’t have to wait.
I’ve seen it all my life
But, didn’t care to look
Until, I started writing
And, put it in a book.
A book, I shouldn’t written
For, the words hurt so deep
And the memories I know
I know, I shouldn’t keep.
But, it will never change
Until, we’re no longer here
Because the human, is the death
Of, life, on Earth, I fear.
FIVE MORE SIDES TO THE STORY
It seems the Towers and Flight 93
Dominate the headline news
But there were many others
Who were as painful to lose.
The men and women at the Pentagon
Who spend each and every day
Working to keep our world safe
And protect, "The American Way".
They could never have imagined
They were there, on the "front line"
In the battle to preserve the "Freedoms"
And the "Rights" of yours and mine.
In the midst of the "battle"
And beginning of the "war"
They stood, and faced the "enemy"
Did their "duty" and, so much more.
So many "heroes" in that building
That we will never, ever know
And so many acts of "bravery"
That the civil/military show.
We should all "salute" them
And bow our heads in prayer
To thank them for their sacrifice
To show them how much we care.
BUT, THE PEOPLE NEVER CAME!
On September eleventh
We all know, New York City
Was shrouded in a cloud
Of, the worst atrocity.
They waited in their scrubs
In the emergency room
Waiting for survivors
To be brought out of the gloom.
They waited on the sidewalks
Stretchers/wheelchairs at hand
Prepared for a disaster
They had, rehearsed and planned.
But, the people never came
As they waited through the night
Then, they began to realize
That, something wasn't right.
There should have been hundreds
Coming to them, needing care
And the hope started to fade away
As, they impatiently, waited there.
There were a few, brought in
And a few, came on their own
On this most horrific day
New York City's ever known.
They waited for the people
As thousands called, with a name
Searching for their loved ones
And friends, who never came.
The adrenaline was flowing
As they stood their sad vigil
Wondering when, the rush would start
But, believing that, "It will!"
The day and night came and went
As their hope, began to wane
And their pent-up energy
Turned to helplessness and pain.
Doctors, nurses, technicians
And so many volunteers
Thought of those who never came
And began to shed their tears.
Some still, with a shred of hope
That, in the days to come
Those survivors might be found
At the least, maybe some.
But, the people never came
That, they were waiting for
Because, they waited up above
To get through Heavens' door.
I have the strangest feeling
That, on the anniversary
There's going to be another
I think they'll try to do it
And this time, maybe more
Just to show us that, they can
Slip, once more through Freedoms' door.
It would really be a coup for them
To hit us on that day
Especially, if we let them
Once more, have their way.
They could shove it down our throats
And make us live in fear
Bring the war on terrorism
Right back, over here.
I hope that I am wrong
And there's nothing to it
But, I still have that feeling
That, they are going to do it.
THE BOTTOM OF THE PIT
They've emptied out the "Pit"
Of all of the debris
But, it's still overflowing
With the Souls you cannot see.
There's twenty-eight hundred plus
And friends and family left behind
Crying out for justice
For answers of some kind.
But it seems, there are no reasons
For such an EVIL deed
No reason for the horror
Sown from that hateful seed.
Some people say their "god" (?)
Will bless them for their act
For killing all those innocents
In their despicable attack.
But, if there is such a "god"
He must live down in Hell
And, if he isn't Satan
Must be, related to that Devil.
The God most people know
Would not condone such a crime
And will punish those responsible
When it comes their time.
He'll send them down into the "Pit"
And damn them for eternity
To burn forever with their "god"
Where they deserve to be.
OLD GLORY IN 2001
Those "STARS AND STRIPES" gained new meaning
In the year two thousand and one
It flew prouder over our Country
Where a new war had begun.
On September eleventh
"They" tried to bring it down
Along with those "Two Towers"
That came crashing to the ground.
But, the American people caught it
And held it high for all to see
This is still, "THE HOME OF THE BRAVE"
And, "THE LAND OF THE FREE".
Those people who do evil
Will shudder at the sight
As "OLD GLORY" catches them
In all it's power and might.
We might not always do justice
Under it's waving grace
But, it's meaning to Freedom
Will always stand it's place.
It's always been a symbol
And hope, for people in this world
It sends a very special message
Each time, it is unfurled.
The "STARS AND STRIPES" will wave
Those colors, "RED, WHITE, AND BLUE"
As long, as there are Freedom lovers
Or all life on Earth, is through.
FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FREEDOM
This year is more important
Than any, we have known
To, appreciate those lessons
We, sadly, have been shown.
In one day, we have learned
That, "this land of the free"
Has been changed forever
From what, it used to be.
We’ve taken it for granted
Free, from the strife of war
Fought, in some foreign land
Brought to, our home shore.
This battle must be waged
Each, and every day
If we hope, to preserve
"The American way".
We must stand together
And make the decision
To end all of those things
That can bring, division.
Family, friends and freedom
Must go hand in hand
With tolerance for those
We may not understand.
Selfish greed and violence
And the "world corporation"
Will surely, be the downfall
Of, the worlds’ greatest Nation.
9/11 was the day
We got, our wake-up call
And we must, do our part
"All for one, and one for all".
THANKS for being born here
(Or, coming here to live)
We must do all we can
GIVING, all we can give.
Thanksgiving Day, 2001
Of history’s’ turning page
Is the first day of the war
For Peace, that we must wage.
Thanksgiving Eve 2001
They were on a flight
Going from here to there
Just another day
Each one, without a care.
Some were on a cell phone
With loved ones or business
What they all talked about
We can only guess.
Then they got the news
And then they realized
The next one is "we".
Some of them were moved forward
The rest moved to the rear
And it's hard to imagine
The helplessness and fear.
But, they must have got to talking
And figured out their plight
That in the list of "bombers"
They were, the next "flight".
Wonder what went through their minds
And how much, they were "scared"
But, when they thought, " The USA"
Realized, how much they cared.
We think about our "heroes"
And those on the "front line"
Then, we all heard, "Let's roll"
They knew, that it was time.
To step up and sacrifice
Whatever, it may take
And made the call, most of us
Won't ever have to make.
They went down in Victory
The first against the terrorists
Showed the will of Americans
Is strong, and still exists.
They stood up for America
Knew what they had to do
And let's not ever forget
They did it, for me and you.
Nobody will ever know
What went on on that plane
We just know, it added to
The misery and pain.
We all had, had enough
On that September day
But, they just gave us more
To pray for, the same way.
Another bunch, of the lost souls
We lost on nine-eleven
But they aren't lost for they found
Their little niche in heaven.
An anniversary coming soon
With no celebration
A day to observe
What's happened to our nation.
Maybe, this time will be different
That, we won't soon, forget
And we'll remember day to day
That, it's not over, yet.
WHERE WAS I?
I was feeling kind of ill
And stayed home that day
Was watching the morning news
As usual, that's my way.
Katie, Matt, Ann and Al
Were doing what they do best
But, little did they know
About that day of "our test".
I don't remember what the "news" was
Probably the same old thing
There were some elections
Part of what, makes "Freedom Ring".
Then, the "breaking news"
About a "terrible accident"
Even that was bad enough
But, much worse, where it went.
I called a friend at work
And while I talked to her
The second plane struck
And then I felt the "terror".
The tears began to flow
And my heart began to ache
As I hoped, it was a bad dream
Or some terrible mistake.
But, as that day went on
In a blurred, slow motion haze
I realized our country's history
Had moved to an unknown phase.
The security of our borders
Had been forever changed
And they way we think about ourselves
We're in the "real world" now
And, that's so sad, I thought
But, we'll have to make the best of it
Whether we like it, or not.
A year has come, to pass
But, that day will linger here
In my heart and mind
As, I shed another tear.
I hope we've learned some lessons
But, I do it with some doubt
Because, hate, greed and jealousy
Is, what mankind seems to tout.
911 ON 9-11
You cowards of the world
Don't think, you can rejoice
For, hear this message loud and clear
From one, united voice.
The civilized among us
Will make you rue this day
And you'll find it won't be worth
The price, you'll have to pay.
Some say they are "holy wars"
But that mighty supreme being
Must be cringing from the sights
That He has been seeing.
I bet He never dreamed
That He'd created such as you
That the Devil could possess
And make you do what you do.
He didn't create life on Earth
To destroy one another
You might think you'll go to Heaven
But, you'll end up in the "other".
When people kill their fellowman
In the name of their "Maker"
All of them end up as
The worst kind of "forsaker".
Religious zealots have killed more
Than, for any other reason
And it has been the worst kind
Of, what some may call treason.
An affront to all that's right
That's decent and humane
Strong beliefs are okay
Until, they become, INSANE!
You didn't strike America
You hurt every human soul
And you gave us all resolve
To thwart your evil goal.
You are less than animals
Worse than rats from the sewer
A mutant of our species
That this world has to endure.
But, your days are numbered
Hear this, above the painful wail
That people of good will and heart
Are the ones, who will, prevail.
CATHEDRAL OF TEARS
Jutting from the rubble
Up through the smoky haze
Like spires of a Cathedral
Where the "believer" prays.
Seven stories of heartache
Left from the hundred-ten
Of those two mighty towers
Never to be seen again.
For thousands who have perished
And the loved ones they leave
A monument to all of us
Who shed our tears, and grieve.
In its eerie setting
There was a sort of beauty
Standing guard over those
Who died doing their duty.
A strange sense of peace
Amidst the scene of ruin
As others search for comrades
Who died, doing what they're doing.
There's been heroes by the hundreds
And some stories, never known
But in God's Cathedral
They'll sit upon His throne.
The "Cathedral Of Tears"
Will last in our mind's eye
As we bow our heads
And ask, "Why, dear Lord? Why?"
THE WHOLE HEARTLAND
I wrote about the heartland
When the Murrah Building fell
And I thought at that time
We'd had a taste of "hell".
But, to see "The Towers"
Fall into the ground
Took, the heart out of me.
Knowing all those souls
With nowhere to run
Like looking down the barrel
Of a cocked, loaded gun.
Watching people jump
To a certain, horrid death
Made me wonder what I'd say
With my last, final breath.
Or looking out the window
To watch, that "hell" doomed plane
As it crashed into me
Through, that shattered window pane.
The terror in my mind
And my helpless reeling
As my body blew away
Into that deathly feeling.
Knowing all those loved ones
That I would never see
Would bow their heads in sorrow
And say, a prayer for me.
But, prayers don't seem to do
All that, we think they should
And most the time we wonder
If prayers do any good.
Does "He" really care?
Has "He " ever heard?
Does, "He" really listen
To, our "private word"?
And if, "He" does hear them
Why does "He" forsake "them"
When we try to do it right
Even, followed by "Amen".
Can "He" be so cruel
That, "He" will make us pay
For, that "bite of the apple"
That, sent us all this way.
I guess, sometimes the "Devil"
Might have the upper hand
And give us pain and heartbreak
So, we will understand.
We have to take the good things
That, delve into our heart
As well, as the bad
That, break our heart, apart.
A DIFFERENT CALLING
This year the "Memorial" has changed
It's different than those past
A different kind of war
From a different, "stone cast".
The battle is at Freedom's doorstep
With heroes of a different kind
Now, all of us are "Soldiers"
Against, the terrorists "sick" mind.
Civilians have always been
A part of every war
But, in this day and age
We must do, so much more.
If we expect to win this Battle
We must all join hands
In a strong, determined circle
With, Freedom lovers from all lands.
This world has changed forever
"The American Way"
There's so much more at stake
Than, the way we live and play.
Since 9-11 we're learning
The horrors of this world
Can even come to where
Freedoms Flag is, unfurled.
This day was meant to Honor
All, Military Heroes have endured
Now, we all could join their Ranks
If our resolve, is not assured.
So, let us all take a moment
To respect all those, "Fallen"
And vow, we're all up to the task
Of this, different "Calling".
May 26, 2002
Well! We're in a different world
Than, what, we ever knew
It will never, be the same
As it was, for me and you.
I think that, since 9/11
Some words forever changed
Like the meaning of "Veteran"
Has been, re-arranged.
Now, we all are fighters
For our "freedoms' cause"
If we don't stand, be counted
We'll have lost, "the cause, that was!"
On this Veterans' Day
In this "land of the free"
We honor those, who gave all
Those with us, and those, yet to be.
We honor those who perished
In attacks upon our shore
And those hunting evildoers
Who came through our "open door".
We honor all Americans
And freedom lovers of the world
Where flags like, "The Stars And Stripes"
Fly in the breeze, unfurled.
I think from this day forth
All patriotic celebrations
Will always give us pause
To these new, realizations.
We must rid this Earth
Of those "Devils" and their goals
With terror on their minds
Within their hateful souls.
So, here's to all the Veterans
Who have made "Freedom Ring"
And, those around the world
Who know! We have a "special" thing.
Sunday, November 11, 2001
JULY THE FOURTH, TWO THOUSAND TWO
I wonder what those folks would think
(Those, who wrote our Freedom's Declaration)
Would they believe, those happenings
That have, forever changed our Nation.
Would they believe, some terrorists
Are, from our Country, homegrown
Spreading hate, death, and destruction
In the Homeland of their own.
Would they believe our "open door"
Has ushered in our enemy
Those who believe we're evil
And don't believe in Liberty.
What would they think, if they could see
Crime running rampant, in the street
Guns, drugs, and homeless people
And so many more, locked-in, retreat.
Would they believe, Freedoms treasured
Have been twisted all around
To where the criminals civil rights
Beat the victims, to the ground.
Would they believe, that businesses
Most of them, big and small
Treat their employees as the pawns
To reach, "the bottom line", that's all.
Would they believe, those voted to Office
Who we should trust, to guide the way
Can't be trusted, most of the time
To live up to what, they say.
What would they think, would they rewrite
And would they take exceptance
To what we did, with what they wrote
In The Declaration Of Independence.
SEVEN COME ELEVEN
On this day we remember
That "day of infamy"
And sadly we understand
More than we want to see.
A "sneak attack" on Freedom
And the American way
Brought back to reality
On Septembers’ eleventh day.
Thousands died in forty-one
With so many not retrieved
Resting in their watery grave
O’er which friends and family grieved.
Now we have another place
Known to all, as "Ground Zero"
Where we have another bunch
Of, the American Hero.
Sixty years of times’ passage
Hasn’t changed the "Patriot"
Hasn’t dampened our resolve
To remember, not, forget.
Those who gave their, "all"
And those, still yet, to "give"
Standing for, protecting
The kind of life, we live.
The casualties of war
Don’t always bear a gun
But, they all are Heroes
When all is said and done.
Now, we have another one
Of those "infamous" days
With the horrible cost
That Freedom, often, pays.
December 7, 2001
They put on the uniform
And badge of silver/gold
And, it's been that way
Since the days of old.
They stand tall and take an oath
Swear, "To protect and serve."
But, it seems, they never get
The praise that they deserve.
They put their life on the line
And they don't fear the cost
Until their friends and families
Have to pay the "final cost".
We don't want them till we need them
And sometimes they'll seal our fate
Sometimes, they come too soon
And sometimes they come too late.
But, they are always willing
To come to our rescue
Or to help us with some things
Important, to me and you.
Sure! There are some bad ones
But most, are the very best
Who aren't afraid to stand firm
Face and pass the "final test".
We have to stand behind them
For they are all we've got
Between us and "the bad guys"
Who care for a lot of naught.
Del “Abe” Jones
THE FIFTH OF THE ELEVENTH
A five year anniversary
From that day we came of age
When we really saw the terror
From this World’s awful rage.
The hate of Godless people
Who say they have the faith
Who kill themselves and others
Like some unholy wraith.
We learned that our borders
Are really open to the rest
Of those who would do us harm
And put our Nation to the test.
I wonder if we learned our lesson
And it doesn’t seem that’s so
It seems we try to ignore things
Or else, pretend we don’t know.
We leave those borders open
They come and go as they may
And as these times are showing
There’ll be worse to come one day.
Since then, we’ve been at way
And though our enemies were known
We keep losing souls in battles
Where no true danger was shown.
We see parting families hurting
As they tell loved ones goodbye
And worse, the pain and sadness
When loved ones get hurt or die.
Now we have a breeding ground
Where those terrorists can train
Killing our bravest Soldiers
As Muslims treat us with disdain.
We’re not making many friends
And as for National Security
It doesn’t seem we’re any safer
Than what we thought we used to be.
Bin Laden is still running free
And Al Qaeda never went away
And the terrorists numbers
Just keep growing, day by day.
We don’t have the will or way
To pay for all of those means
So we don’t have to see another
Of those horrific, deadly scenes.
We’ll just wait until it happens
And wonder why we were so slow
To take those safety measures
While some say, “We told you so!”
The lobbyists and politicians
Are going to get their pork, first
Then, what’s left goes to the people
After they have quenched their thirst.
Oh, let’s not forget other countries
Who get billions from our aid
And though they say they owe us
The bill never seems to get paid.
This World really is a different place
And it will never be the same
With all of these people hating
And all in some god’s name.
So, as we mark this anniversary
Of that Eleventh of September
Let’s just hope that is the worst
That, we’ll have to remember.
Del “Abe” Jones
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