WAR DRUMS

There is the distant rumble
Of those sounds we hate to hear
The drums of war are beating
And, that day is drawing near

When a shot will be fired
And the first one, from our gun
To start another conflict
We thought, we'd already won

We had held the winning hand
And we threw it all away
In that game of money/politics
We always seem to play

This time the stakes are different
And we're gambling so much more
Since we found our enemy
Inside our own, front door

Now, he could be our neighbor
Or, somebody across town
Who's not afraid of dying
Just to take someone else down

How can we battle hatred
They feel their God has bred
When they think, they're better off
When they end up, dead

So, when those drums stop beating
And the march to war is through
I sure hope that we don't find
We bit off more than we could chew.

Del "Abe" Jones
03-03-03

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Del Jones, abeabe@worldnet.att.net,
3/19/03

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