Orban on the Ropes

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Orban on the Ropes

 

Viktor Orban of Hungary

Is about to go down in defeat

The vote will end his worthless pleas

To hold on to his seat

 

He did everything a despot can

To hold the vote in check

Abducting all who took a stand

Stacking the electoral deck

 

He suppressed the opposition

But the people somehow knew

They will make their own decision

And then Viktor Orban is through

 

He’s on the ropes and fighting back

Who knows what he may do?

His Dobermans are on attack

His bulldogs and his goons

 

But Hungarians have had their fill

Of Orban’s rank hypocrisy

The people will express their will

Reclaiming their democracy

 

 

War with Iran

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN

 

Iran War

 

“We wanted help.  We did not want bombs.”

 

Bishop Desmond Tutu

 

Of all the lame things this president has done

War with Iran is the topper of them all

He thinks because we’re bigger, we’ve got

  them on the run

But this is the sound of a desperation call

 

This is not some childish game

Where you remove them from the board

Deflect all sense of blame

And sound the victory chord

 

When you destroy the heads of state

You are left with mass disruption

You’ve condemned them to a fate

Of upheaval and corruption

 

Is that what you had in mind

When you declared yourself supreme?

Your policies are rank and blind

You philosophy is extreme

 

Iran is your last stand

At least let’s hope that is the case

What other horrors have you planned?

What other nightmares have you chased?

 

 

En Fuego

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORRUPTION

 

En Fuego

 

El Mencho is dead

And Mexico is on fire

Jalisco lives in dread

The situation is most dire

 

When you go after the cartels

As Sheinbaum did today

They’ve promised a living hell

Take cover and get out of the way

 

The flames are growing higher

Every hour of every day

They swear they’ll never tire

They will lay it all to waste

 

It’s a war against the night

It keeps coming back for more

Can they ever win this fight?

As the flames of vengeance roar

 

We pray the light will win

What else can we do?

It’s like fighting against sin

In the end the sinners lose

 

On this our hopes depend

For democracy cannot hold

Against corrupt and wicked men

If we give away our souls

 

Things to Do

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Things to Do

 

Destroy democracy

Make greed good again

Embrace the bold autocracies

Lower women and raise up men

 

Tear down the East Wing

Design a golden ballroom

Put voters on a string

Proclaim a day of doom

 

Deport a million dark skins

Replace the sun with coal

Make sure the white guys win

Ban the daily Gallup poll

 

Rename the Kennedy Center

If they protest close it down

Make sure there are no mentors

Who are not to MAGA bound

 

Hijack an oil tanker

Deliver a nuclear threat

Sign up a virtual banker

Erase the family debt

 

Buy another Nobel Prize

Make Greenland our dependent

Replace the truth with blatant lies

Make the filthy rich ascendant

 

 

Remember Gaza

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GAZA

 

Remember Gaza

 

Gaza is a pile of rubble

With a hundred thousand dead

If you live inside the bubble

There are no more tears to shed

 

There is no peace on the strip

There is only misery

No one is planning a Gaza trip

Except those recording history

 

It is a tragic tale of genocide

That the world has forgotten

The Israelis take it all in stride

The promises that might have been

 

We remember the first attack

It was horrific beyond belief

Yet the horrors fade to black

As the people seek relief

 

They’ve planned a beachside paradise

But there’s something in the way

The Gazans must be sacrificed

Very few of them can stay

 

The Court Stands

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: SUPREME COURT 

 

The Court Stands

 

He thought the court was his

To do with as he would

But when it came down to this

The court did what it should

 

The struck his tariffs down

Like the power grab they were

He thought he owned this town

To be brief, he was disturbed

 

His mind became unhinged

His faced turned to red

The resistance now begins

To fill his heart with dread

 

The court has finally risen

To uphold the balance of power

By reaching this decision

Justice wins the hour

 

But the battle still remains

Concerning free and fair elections

If the voters are constrained

Their rights will need protection

 

Epstein's Co-conspirators

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Epstein’s Co-conspirators

 

Where were you, Merritt Garland?

Were you afraid to take a stand?

Or were you Jeffrey Epstein’s darlin’?

A charter member of the band?

 

Where were you old Joe Biden?

Did you decide to take a pass?

When the road to Epstein widened

Did you not know Clinton’s past?

 

Where were you Barack Obama?

Did they keep you in the dark?

So many women witnessed trauma

The evidence is deep and stark

 

How many years did this go on?

How many presidential terms?

How many decades hiding wrong

Would the hidden files confirm?

 

All of you who turned your backs

On the crimes of the elite

Time for you all to face the facts

Let’s turn up the heat

 

Lift the veil of condemnation

Reveal the wicked and the vile

Restore the nation’s reputation

Release all the Epstein files