THE PRICE WE PAY By Del Abe Jones

"We're going to stay the course, of course!" That's what our Pres has always said We're three years into this crazy War With nearly twenty-four hundred Dead. Seventeen thousand wounded folks At least, that's the official count With estimates of forty-some thousand By some who do an honest count. Thirty-eight thousand Iraqis A lot of women and children And really, probably many more That weren't in that count, again. Two hundred fifty billion dollars Two hundred thirty million per day Think of all the good not done Because of the price we have to pay.

He said, "My government...." Well, he's surely got that wrong Unless the Voice of the People Goes unheeded for too long. Our Nation doesn't need a king Or some kind of dictator But if we don't take our Country back It might happen, sooner than later. The military/industrial complex Will spend all our money that it can And now, it seems those in control Are ready to spend more on Iran. But at least we have our Troops Who always, stand proud and tall Who make us proud and bring tears When they fight and give their All.

We were mislead into this War And it's time we faced the truth And quit spending good on bad Especially, the lives of our Youth. Our Homeland was not made safer By the topple of Saddam Hussein All we did was forge more terrorists And made more enemies, that's plain. If the Iraqi people will remain Free That will be a very good thing too But we can't force Freedom on them Unless it's what they want to do. When we have the chance this year To change the road we're traveling down We'd better take advantage of our votes Before it's too late to turn around. The "Party" doesn't make a difference It's the "Lobby", who paves the way Who lead us on this path to ruin So, it's time we all have our say. Let's send them a clear message We're tired of the corruption and war Remind them all, it's, "We the People" Who they all are working for!

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 19 Mar 2006

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