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POW/MIA

So many fates are left unknown
And so many rumors that abound
So many families ask the question
"When will, the answers be found?"

So many years have come and gone
Sometimes, hope is hard to keep
Thereís some who feel thereís none
And in some, itís buried deep.

The pain, is in not knowing
How, to put loved onesí to rest
When there is no way to prove
They have passed, the final test.

But, no matter what the answers
We canít let this cause alone
Until, each and every one of them
Is found, and brought back home.

POW/MIA STORIES

It's hard to find, the stories
That, they won't talk about
It's hard, to realize the things
That they had, to go, without.

How can they let the feelings
(Even, they don't understand)
Show to, any other people
In this, Freedom's Land.

We canít know, the hardships
Unless, we were there
Especially, when they came back home
To those who didn't, seem, to care.

Unless you had, lived through it
Watching, Comrades that had died
Why should they, talk about it to us
Of, the tears, inside, they've cried?

Even, if they chose to tell us
What difference, would it make
Would it be worth the chance
That, they would have to take.

Why should they bare their soul
That's already been stripped, clean
Because even with, a picture of it
We couldn't see, what they have seen.

Sometimes, all we have to do
Is, to look into their eyes
And think that we might see or hear
Their, mournful, pain-filled cries.

The POW who came home
Who lived, through that Hell
Can't tell the stories, of the MIA
Who never had, a chance to tell!

So, we may never, ever, know
Of, the horrors, they have, known
And, if we think about it
It's probably best, that they aren't shown!

But, there is, always an end
To every, never-ending story
Although sometimes, theyíre never told
In, all their Truth and Glory.

So if you ask about it
And if you ever wonder why
They wonít talk of that nightmare
Maybe now, you might know, Why?

Del "Abe" Jones
White Bluff, TN