Saturday, July 04, 2020

Happy America Day

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: FOURTH OF JULY



Happy America Day

Today we celebrate the founding
Of a European nation on a faraway land
A land the inhabitants call
Turtle Island

The natives embraced the name Indian
Because it means People of God
People of the Great Spirit
In Dios we trust

The people of the Great Spirit
Did not know what to make of America
The Italian name after the explorer
Amerigo Vespucci
(they hardly knew him)

We might have been called Columbia
For the Indian killer and slave master

We might have been Liefland
After the Viking explorer Erikson
But the Vikings did not colonize
Did not write the history books

We might have been named after
The first slave traders
Or the early Spanish explorers
In search of golden treasure
And fountains of youth
But they did not find what
They were looking for

We are Americans in America
Though Peruvians and Canadians
Are Americans too

We are all Americans
Even those who were here long before
The European invasion
The conquest and genocide

We are all Americans
Even those who came without consent
From lands across the sea

We are all Americans
Even those who have toiled in the fields
And in the homes of affluence
Raising children of the chosen
Without acknowledgement

We are all Americans
Even those who were denied citizenship
And the right to vote
At the birth of the nation

We are all Americans
And we have a right to celebrate
How far we have come
And how far we have yet to go

Friday, July 03, 2020

Contempt

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Contempt

Contempt: worthless and deserving scorn

An out of control prosecutor
Can be found in contempt of court
An out of control president
Should be found in …

Contempt of science
Contempt of public safety
Contempt of justice
Contempt of democracy
Contempt of international order
Contempt of honesty
Contempt of common sense
Contempt of common decency
Contempt of working people
Contempt of the poor
Contempt of education
Contempt of intelligence
Contempt of the norms
Contempt of the presidency
Contempt of immigrants
Contempt of diversity
Contempt of humanity
In contempt of all we hold dear
In the land of the brave

Now the world holds our president
In contempt and Americans pay the price
Isolated and ostracized
Discarded and alone
Banished from the world
Of civilized tribes

Thursday, July 02, 2020

The Rising Tide

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Rising Tide

Where are they now
Those fools and make believers
Who said it was all a spoof
Invented by deceivers

Standing before a rising tide
They instructed us to sleep
They told us not to worry
It never gets this deep

Now we’re drowning in the waters
The cliffs are at our backs
And where are you the criers
Telling us to blame the blacks

We don’t believe you anymore
You’ve lied to us too long
Believing has cost too much
We’ve soured on your song

So go away and hide yourselves
We won’t follow you again
And if you show your face round here
The days of vengeance will begin

Wednesday, July 01, 2020

Dark Days Democracy

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Dark Days Democracy

The art of politics has yielded
to the dirty lowdown scourge
of mass disenfranchisement

The dark days of democracy
are knocking down the doors
Voting in the midst of a rapidly
spreading virus is hard enough
without closing down precincts
and denying vote by mail

Do they want the disease to spread?
Do they want us to die?
Have we arrived at a place
where our tolerance for others
is so low we would rather see
our opposition sick and dying
than to let their voices be heard? 

Dark days democracy
when a deadly disease becomes
a political lightning rod
When science and medicine
belong to one political party
When our president double dares
his political opponents
to risk their lives
by standing in endless lines
on election day

When did Republicans
abandon the republic?

Dark days democracy indeed

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Guilt and the Sickness

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Guilt and the Sickness

Like a gentle breeze in the silent night
It comes to steal your life
We have been cautious
We have kept our distance
We have covered our faces
Avoided gatherings
Yet questions haunt me
For there are times
I might have slipped
Times I might have allowed
Someone to come too close
Or stay too long
Or share too much air
We are all human after all
And yet I am certain
We have been far more careful
Than nearly everyone we know
It does not seem fair
That we should be haunted
By guilt as well as the sickness
itself

Monday, June 29, 2020

The Bounty

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR



The Bounty

Russia offers a cash bounty
On American soldiers in Afghanistan
Money for bodies like coins for scalps
And the president stands down

The blood of our warriors
On his cold trembling hands
And America stands down

Vladimir to Donald:

Who owns you babe?
Who butters your bread?
Who paves the road ahead?
Bow down before your master!
Bow down and take your pill!
Nobody has to know
But you and me and heaven
Give me Georgia and Ukraine
Get me back in the G7
If it costs a few soldiers so be it
Remember when the union was Soviet

So be a good boy and bow your head
The American century is dead
Now Mother Russia rises again
And populates the earth
With strong Russian men!

Sunday, June 28, 2020

Code of Honor

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



Code of Honor

A warrior never leaves his fellow behind
In the heat of battle
He remembers the weak and wounded
He risks his own life to save others
It’s his code
His sacred honor
Without which he could not live
His life in peace

We have passed 100 thousand casualties
In a war that has no end in sight
Collateral damage is mounting
And we have only begun the fight

Our commander sounds the alarm
To signal our retreat
He’s tired of fighting a virus
He has market numbers to meet

He will leave behind the wounded
He will not count the dead
He’ll stake his reelection chances
On the Dow Jones instead

What of sacrifice and honor
What of the warrior’s code
Honor is for losers
It is not the horse he rode