Del “Abe” Jones

That One, That Was!

In all those places here and abroad
Laid beneath headstones, row on row
All the Heroes from all of our Wars
Lay quiet as mournful Taps blow.

The records kept of the Fallen
From the Revolutionary War
The numbers growing till this day
As we keep adding, more and more.

The silent Valor of those resting
For all of Life’s Eternity
Left loved ones grieving for forever
With cries from each and every Family.

The Call to Arms, a way of life
Throughout the History of Man
To try to find a Peaceful way
Pre-empted by some Battle Plan.

Most Wars caused by Religion
In the name of Righteousness
Some fought over Land and Power
And just plain Human Greediness.

Is it the survival of the fittest?
Or caused by some Ancient Instinct?
So far we have been very lucky
But no doubt, someday we’ll be extinct.

We think we are Sophisticates
And the wisest Animals created
That some Super Being made us
And maybe somehow are all related.

But since the dawn of Mankind
We have tried to kill our Brother,
And sometimes even a Sister
And a Father and a Mother.

Seems we are a lower form of life
Even with all our intellect
Our main goal is one-upmanship
While we spout, Love and Respect.

We may have been Created Equal
When we were Born into this World
But, we’ll try to control others
And soon, the Battle Flag’s unfurled.

So we send our Young off to War
That’s just the way it seems to be
And seems we will keep doing it
In every Nation and Country.

War is a waste of everything
Though sometimes forced to Fight
We even have “Rules of War”
To help guide us to Kill right.

While we are the only Animal
Who Kills for the thrill of Killing
Maybe we’ll Evolve into a Being
Who will no longer be willing.

Till then we’ll build our Bombs and Guns
And Fight in the Name of some “Cause”
Unless we join those many Species
That used to be, That One, That Was!

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children… Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.”

Dwight D Eisenhower: from “The Chance for Peace” address delivered before the American Society of Newspaper Editors, April 16, 1953