Four Years and a Week or Soby Del "Abe" Jones
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 tried?
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.
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volume 9(6)This poem is copyright © 09-10-2005, Del
"Abe" Jones, all rights reserved.
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