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Four Years And A Week Or So |
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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. |
By
Del "Abe" Jones
Copyright 2005
Listed June 6, 2009 |
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