86 47

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

86 47

 

86 47 is not a threat

It is merely a request

Our president need not sweat

The danger could not be less

 

Seashells placed upon a beach

Is not an FBI concern

It should be placed beyond their reach

The courtroom is adjourned

 

This prosecution is absurd

Frivolous at its worst

Vindictive is another word

The DOJ is cursed

 

Have a little common sense

Don’t waste our precious money

When they ask where the money went

The answer won’t be funny

 

They did it because he asked

That is the only rationale

They would prosecute a flask

If it crossed the Donald’s pal

 

(DOJ indicts James Comey) 

Profiteers of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

Profiteers of War

 

They’re taking money from the Arab states

They’re taking money from the poor

They’ll take it now before it’s too late

They’re the profiteers of war

 

We’re paying more for milk and bread

We’re getting less and paying more

While the working world is feeling dread

They are profiteering war

 

His sons are gathering stacks of gold

His son-in-law takes in more

The nation’s parks are being sold

To the profiteers of war

 

They’ve got business with the Emirates

All the oil barons of lore

They are killers and degenerates

They’re the profiteers of war

 

We will never get it back again

All this waste of our resource

If you trust in God this is a sin

The profiteers of war

 

If you’d like to feel the hate

Get on board and stay the course

A dismal conscience is your fate

You’re a profiteer of war

 

Anti-Semitism

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Anti-Semitism

 

Netanyahu is a jew

But all jews are not Netanyahu

To believe that this is true

Is very old and nothing new

 

To oppose a government is just

When the government is out of line

We have run out of all trust

In a leader who seems blind

 

To the needs of his nation

While he prosecutes his war

He has sacrificed his salvation

To his desire to settle scores

 

Yet the people can’t be blamed

For the crimes of just one man

For that would be a shame

And a failure to understand

 

You can’t blame the entire group

For the sake of Palestine

That would be an endless loop

In the name of the divine

 

Discrimination is wrong

In every form it takes

Recrimination won’t be long

The forsaken will forsake

 

May Day

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LABOR

 

May Day

 

We’ve forgotten the working class

Though they haven’t forgotten us

In every line they come up last

They sit at the back of the bus

 

Every year our leaders tell them

It’s your turn to rise up

Take your rightful dividends

Grab hold of the winner’s cup

 

But every year you’re given less

The working class stays poor

They shake their heads and confess

We can’t afford to give you more

 

While they line their bulging pockets

And shine their silver cars

They amuse themselves with rockets

And aim them at the stars

 

The rich will never give a damn

Keep the working world in need

Let they live on toast and jam

While the rich compound their greed

 

Published: Workingman Poor

Litterateur RW (Redefining World)

May 2026

 

Gutted (Voting Rights Act)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Gutted (Voting Rights Act)

 

The age of civil rights is dead

As is the age of civil liberties

The Court Supreme to Trump is wed

We’ll have no more equality

 

We’re moving back in time

We’ve reversed the march of progress

Racial bias is now fine

As long as whites do best

 

We have too many blacks and browns

Enlisted in our government

We have to turn this trend around

This is what the founders meant

 

Of course they had no women

Only rich white men could vote

We’re going back to where we’ve been

Too many blacks will sink the boat

 

You cannot right an age-old wrong

You can pretend it never happened

Minorities never did belong

Make this nation great again

 

Lady Justice should be blind

Democracy should not be

We need to represent all kinds

Not just the white elites

 

 

The King's Speech

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The King’s Speech

 

I am no fan of royalty

British or any other kind

Yet do not question my loyalty

When I say he spoke my mind

 

He took issue with our president

Without mentioning his name

His message was a testament

To the president’s great shame

 

He warned of too much power

In the hands of just one man

He spoke to the day and hour

As much as any royal can

 

He defended our democracy

From Magna Carta to the Bill of Rights

He condemned every theocracy

Beware the Christian right

 

He defended the great alliance

That was born after the War

He spoke with the bold defiance

Of a man from a distant shore

 

(Charles III speaks to Congress

28 April 2026.)

 

 

The Police State

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The Police State

 

Conspiracy theories notwithstanding

They are creating a police state

They’re not just asking, they’re demanding

They want it now, they cannot wait

 

They’re building centers of mass detention

They’re not just for deportees

This is not a new invention

They are planting despot seeds

 

They don’t like it when we use the name

Authoritarian police state

They won’t like when we place the blame

On the ones who say it’s great

 

But we see what they are doing

It is deliberate and it’s planned

They are funding and ensuring

A new government by one man

 

You may not like to hear it

But it’s coming just the same

All good souls should fear it

To our most eternal shame