There's a wall of marble five
hundred feet long -
Ten feet high, scribed with names of those who died, the strong.
There's more than fifty-eight
thousand etched upon that stone -
Most of them died so young this life, they've
It's such a small tribute to those
who fought our war -
Such a small price we pay to those who gave much more.
Their name carved in a rock that
most of us won't read -
Not near enough praise to give for their most gracious deed
Seems there's too many of us who
don't really seem to care -
That we stayed home secure and safe while they died over there
Remember when you see that Wall with
all those initials and names -
That those men were only pawns in one more of those deadly games
Let's hope what they gave had
meaning, and that peace will always reign
That we won't have to send our young to fight and die again.
Del "Abe" Jones