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(updated 06.23.2004)

Our Lawmakers are Too Busy

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


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.



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 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.
  
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, THEY 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



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".
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