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Last Updated: 13/09/2005 11:05:04
A Wake-Up Call
By Del Abe Jones
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We have what is known as FEMA
And our "Homeland Security"
The Military, State and Feds
In case of, such a tragedy.
And we also have a President
Who stays gone on his vacation
While our Country is in dire need
Of "real" Leadership for our Nation.
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What if, in more than one place at one time
We might have a "real" catastrophe
I just wonder what will happen to
All the People of our Great Country?
Will we go without food and water
Like all those, we are seeing now?
While all the powers that be
Say, "We'd like to help, but don't know how!"
Will we continue to send resources
That we here, at our Home need
Taking care of other Countries
While we have our own to house and feed?
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Where are those Agencies we support?
Where are the billions that we spend?
Where are the "plans they have in place?"
What kind of message does this send?
When other peoples in the World
Need our help, we're at their door
All those do-gooders cry out,
"We must help the World's Poor!"
It's said, "Charity begins at Home!"
That saying never was more true
Now is the time to help our own
Because, "they" could be, me or you.
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When People get in "survival mode"
The desperation might make them be
The unlawful type of Folks
That we are beginning to see.
For some, it's hard to comprehend
They may have never gone, without
They never walked in other's shoes
But, that's what it really is about.
A wake-up call, we must heed
And make our Leaders, toe the line
To put our Country's People First
And take care of yours and mine.
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Copyright © Del Abe Jones 2005
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The force of Mother Nature
Has washed upon our shore
With a fierce, hellish fury
Like we've never seen before.
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By tens of thousands, maybe more
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Pieces of Carbon
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For profit and privilege we reap
A fistful of diamonds
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High Noon strikes in Washington where George W. rules okay,
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And fry you like burgers in the electric chair.
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What a great feeling
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When first you swam into my life
I knew that I was hooked
I knew that I was caught at last
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I thought that I'd thrown in my hand
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Drums in the canopy pounding,
Rain fists on timpani leafs roar.
Looking up from James Henwood's stone,
Awestruck beneath the thundering dome.
Too soon the fat drops will come,
Falling on the Madonna and I.
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I watched my Dad explode last week
I couldn't help but laugh,
He'd bought an almond cake for tea and paid for a new bath
My mother cried
And so did I
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Sailor home from the sea, soldier back from the war,
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The reds, the underdog team they were up
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The rough old port where hope was born,
Where you'll find no trees nor scented breeze,
Nor fields of waving corn;
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I'm blue, but not true blue that way
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My name's Mr Bono
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Now if you are an Ull Kid
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Druggies, lefties and suckers
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don't even mention it.
Don't say it
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I'm sorry,
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There's this girl
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Mine is the night
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No reflected light
Not a sound
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Taking my watch off
letting the
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We're not together,
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