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

 

 

Remembering Navalny

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RUSSIA

 

Remember Navalny

 

The evidence is finally in

Though it comes in very late

It was no one but Vladimir Putin

That sealed Navalny’s fate

 

He was in a Russian prison

So there can be no doubt

It was Vladimir’s decision

To take Navalny out

 

Still the struggle rages on

Without an end in sight

But Navalny is gone

So it is a leaderless fight

 

But the people are aware

That their leader is a killer

They are waiting everywhere

The next chapter in this thriller

 

Alexei Navalny is dead

But his spirit still lives on

If we follow out the thread

There may be a new Russian dawn

 

Mourning in Iran

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN

 

Mourning in Iran

 

If you kill thousands of your people

You do not get to mourn the dead

Beyond the push of the martyrs’ pull

Accept the fury you have bred

 

Blame it on the foreign agitators

Though all the world can see the lie

Blame it on domestic instigators

Blame it on the star-crossed skies

 

Even you can see and smell the truth

When so many have been killed

The rising of an outraged youth

They have expressed their will

 

All the nation is in mourning

For the martyrs you have decried

To all oppressors here’s a warning

History isn’t on your side

 

In time the righteous will prevail

Though it may take a hundred years

In time the oppressors will be jailed

And none will shed a martyr’s tears

 

Workingman Poor

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LABOR

 

Workingman Poor

 

The unions have no power

Losing workers shore to shore

Lower wages by the hour

The working man is poor

 

We can’t afford a living space

Debtors knocking at the door

We’re falling back in every race

For the working man is poor

 

Robotics on the assembly line

Automation in the stores

The oligarchs are more than fine

But the working man is poor

 

Those who need get less and less

Those who don’t get more

The system doesn’t pass the test

When the working man is poor

 

The corporate beast is growing

Good jobs are getting rare

The economy is slowing

But the wealthy grab their share

 

Impunity

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Impunity

 

“Nothing’s more dangerous than

power with impunity.” 

 

Isabel Allende, Portrait in Sepia

 

 

Nothing speaks of insanity

Nothing could be more extreme

Than a president with impunity

Decreed by the Court Supreme

 

One wonders what they were thinking

On that misbegotten day

When the ship of state was sinking

And they helped it on its way

 

They gifted him immunity

The people did not have a say

They assured enduring disunity

For as long as he would stay

 

So now he’ll stay forever

He will never leave the house

He’s pulling each and every lever

To get his forces armed and roused

 

ICE is his gestapo

Brown Shirts and the Guard

We don’t know where it goes

But we’re sure it goes down hard

 

Our democracy is at stake

She is trembling with desperate fear

Her defenders better stay awake

Or the end times will be here