RESCUE By Tom Jensen
I know a man
who died for his country
But it's probably not
quite what you think
Paul was a rescue worker
at ground zero
And when he went
he was imbibed with drink
You see he drank himself into a stupor
A hundred grand in the hole with medical bills
His country said he had a pre-existing condition
Sorry, but it wouldn't help him cure his ills
Since they never asked him for his help
For any of the three months that he was there
When he got sick like so many others did
They told him where to go...and it wasn't there
For they never asked Paul for his help
He just showed up on his own accord
Then he go sick like so many others did
And so this is his reward?
All he got was this song by me
No medal of honor
No key to the city
All he got was a cold shoulder's turn
Chronic bronchitis and first degree burns
All he got was a name and a date
On a stone that his parents paid for
All he got was a slap in the face
For following the advice of JFK
And other greats who came before
What did we learn? Keep on walking?
The next time you hear a cry for help
As this voice in our ear keeps on talking
Let us go before we fall victim ourselves...