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Abe Senior Member
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A compilation of most of my 9/11 writings. Abe 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 9-05-2006 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 09-10-2005 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 Another anniversary 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 Political/military brass 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 09-07-2004 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? 07.22.2004 The Christian Thing To Do (Christian Regenhard) 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 1-30-2004 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. 9-11-03 Flowers in WTC pools The beauty of the souls Float upon the tears As the people weep 9-11-2003 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. 9-10-2003 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 fromthe 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. 6-21-03 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 9-12-02 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 09/11/2002 Private Galleries 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. 9-8-02 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 9-8-02 Sixteen Acres 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 9-3-02 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. Nobody deserves 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. Del Jones 8-26-02 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. 8-27-02 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. 8-26-02 Not Again? I have the strangest feeling That, on the anniversary There's going to be another Terrorist atrocity. 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. 8-21-02 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 "Let's Roll" 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 About WTC 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. 8-20-02 9/11 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. 8-19-02 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 Drastically re-arranged. 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. 8-18-02 911 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. 9-11-01 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?" 9-20-01 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" Over NYC 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. 10-30-01 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 Veterans All 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. 6-21-02 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 "Not Uniform" 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 2001 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 8-11-2006 Leave No One Behind They have found some more remains That have lain hidden for so long And no matter what excuse they make There is something surely wrong. What if you were a Family Who had nothing to lay to rest And then, now it begins all over As new hopes are put to an old test. They want to have some closure A place to visit those they lost To have a private place to go The least deserved, for their awful cost. Haven't they lost enough? Haven't they felt enough pain? Without wondering, “How many more?” Places not searched, still remain. It seems to be really obvious These lost ones should have been found Back then, not five years later Once more the victims were let down. With all of our technologies And with proper leaders in place GZ should be searched once more For even the smallest trace. How much longer must those souls wait And will the families ever really know Some peace and put them to rest In some private place where they can go. All Americans should be outraged With many from some other Nations Just one more thing to add to The list of family's frustrations. We shouldn't blame the workers Those in charge are those to blame Like almost all priorities Just part of the money game. Just like the “Commission” The only way things will get done Is when the People demand it And we should, each and everyone. Bureaucracy and politics Have once more raised their ugly head Bowing to uncaring sources And not doing what's right, instead. Del “Abe” Jones 11.1.06 The Die Is Cast (The Military) We may wear different uniforms And our traditions not the same We may sing different marching tunes But our drummer's beat's the same. With our Freedom's Flag unfurled We travelland and air and sea To protect this way of life we live To show others how life could be. We all march shoulder to shoulder Proud Sisters and Brothers, all We take a solemn vow and swear We will answer our Nation's call. Some may serve one hitch or two For some, will be their life's career Some will serve, “over there” And there's some, will stay right here. We come from all walks of life To join in that one common cause To guard and protect the U.S.A. So we won't be, that Land, that was. We are out there at the forefront For all the rest the World to see To show them all how proud we are Of this great Land of the Free. All who serve should take a bow Then stand straight and tall with pride Salute that ol' red white and blue Sisters and Brothers, side by side. Someday maybe, they won't need us And wouldn't that be just fine For all mankind to live in Peace Sometime there, on down the line. But until that day finally comes And tyrants are part of our past We must be ready to face them For, that's how our die is cast. Del “Abe” Jones 9-7-2006 Peace Or War? Yet, another year has passed by Since, those terrorists struck our Land Even, after all this time gone by Still hard, to comprehend or understand. How can a person hate so much And be so blinded, by their belief To take their life, and so many others To cause such terror, pain, and grief ? All those folks they didn’t even know Who never caused them any harm Who died while just living their lives Without, any forewarning or alarm. Sadly, since that “War” began Many thousands more, have died And those who shed tears on Nine Eleven Just some, of too many, who have cried. The man who caused all that horror Still walks free, to wreak his wrath And, it seems that, so many more Now, walk along that deadly path. Our World is forever changed And it will never, be the same Sad, such evil lives among us Especially, in religion’s name. Voices calling for Goodwill and Peace Are drowned out, by the drums of War And the destruction of all Mankind It seems is all, we really, are good for? So, on Nine Eleven, we’ll remember Souls lost then, and since, that fateful day And, if you believe in, some kind of God You should ask for Peace too, if you pray! Del "Abe" Jones 09.08.2008 9/11 2009 It’s been eight years since that day When all those people, went away And just another sad, sad, date When, all those souls, met their fate. A day that will live in infamy In our short, American history Where we once, lived the life Without all, these fears and strife. Way back, when we felt secure But, nowadays, we can’t be sure What the tomorrow, may bring That could be, ‘most anything. We spent those days, cared for naught Never appreciating, all we’d got As now that peaceful, slips away We wonder where, we went astray. There’s lots of reasons, we should know Those places that, we oughtn’t go But, it seems that, we haven’t learned All that knowledge, we have earned. While we have, this day of sorrow Wonder what, we’ll feel tomorrow Will our concerns all fade away As we return, to selfish games we play. Del “Abe” Jones 09.11.2009 |
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suthern
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Posts 20723Louisiana |
Some events hurt our souls we so deeply we never forget... and we shouldn't. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
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"While we have, this day of sorrow Wonder what, we’ll feel tomorrow Will our concerns all fade away As we return, to selfish games we play." You are so right Abe. Great write. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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