Del “Abe” Jones

9/11 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 “foresaker”.

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.

©Copyright September 11, 2001 by Del “Abe” Jones

FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FREEDOM
(Thanksgiving Eve 2001)

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.

©Copyright November 21, 2001 by Del “Abe” Jones

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 its power and might.

We might not always do justice
Under its waving grace
But, it’s meaning to Freedom
Will always stand its 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.

©Copyright 2001 by Del “Abe” Jones

SEVEN COME ELEVEN – AFTER 9/11

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.

©Copyright December 7, 2001 by Del “Abe” Jones

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