Del “Abe” Jones
TWO THOUSAND AND COUNTING
Two thousand of our Finest Lost
And no matter how you Feel
If this War is wrong or right?
All those Losses are too Real.
Every State in our Union
Has Lost at least one Soul
And most of our Possessions
Has added some, to that Sad Toll.
As part of that Wartime Cost
Almost fifty Women Died
As their Duty to their Country
Stood with the Men, by their side.
The First took eighteen months
The Second thousand, in one year:
There’s not a sign of winding down
But, it’s getting Worse, I Fear.
There are fifteen thousand Wounded
Many of them Maimed for Life
Some Lost Limbs, some, Peace of Mind
To the Waste of Wartime’s strife.
Thousands of Loved Ones and Friends
Are Mourning, aching with that Pain
Knowing there are only Memories
Of those they’ll never See again.
Close to three hundred Contractors
“In Country” of their own volition
But for those Grieving Loss at home
It doesn’t change the Pain’s Condition.
And, then there are those Estimates
Of maybe thirty thousand more
Innocent Men, Women and Kids
Who have passed through Allah’s door.
Two and one half years so far
That’s at Least one thousand each Day
And with no Ending within Sight
I wonder what Price we will Pay?
Some will argue, it is Worth it
And some will say the Cost, too High
But I just wonder Why, for Freedom
So Many always have to Die?
©Copyright October 25, 2005 by Del “Abe” Jones