Means To An End By Del Abe Jones

Some will say, People for Peace Who only want the War to end Are bad for the Troops morale And the wrong message to send. But, who more than those Troops Would like to come home to stay And not worry about shipping out Once again, some other day? They're not given enough credit They know how the "game" is done That sometimes the politicians War Is not always fought to be won.

They know a vote on the Floor Is not always, what it may seem And sometimes they know to read All the lines, and messages between. Some say, "We can't cut and run! We'll leave the region in a mess!" Although, most would be better off If, we'd just mind our own business. There's not anyone, who likes War Except all those who are getting rich Off the pain and suffering of Heroes Too bad, we couldn't make them switch!

Those who don't stand for the Troops Are the ones who send them over there With the false pretense, "It's best for us!" But, they're the ones, don't really care. Not all Wars have been that way Some were really worth the Battle But seems now there's a rush to War Each and every time the saber's rattle. If we really care about the lost lives What better Tribute could there be Than to try to get the rest home safe And try some talks and diplomacy?

But it seems the powers that be Are hell-bent to start another one With some other World's Nation Before their term in Office is done. Once we were a shining beacon Where the rest the World would look For all the lessons in living Free For, we're the ones who wrote that book. We were respected by most Peoples Before we became the World's cop To force others to live the way we say And, before too late, that has to stop.

They've been at War, thousands of years So why do we think we're the salvation We must start looking at our Homeland And take care of our own great Nation. We have our own People going hungry Our old and sick go without care And after we pay for all our needs With what is left, then we can share. Instead of protecting other's borders We need to guard this Land of the Free Keep all our jobs right here at home Not export them to some foreign country.

We don't need to speak another language Our kids need to learn to speak our tongue We can't let our schools all be ruined To try to teach some other country's young. We can't be afraid to speak our mind Instead of fearing someone may hear We're not being politically correct Could, cost our Freedoms, we hold dear. But, back to our Men and Women Who Serve and those who give their all We must be sure a War is Righteous Next time, we sound the Battle Call. Sometimes, the means to an ending Is not all that we hope it to be And sometimes, to cut our losses Happens, when we face the reality.

Copyright ©  Del Abe Jones 2007

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