Still

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Still

 

The air is still

Like a silence of the soul

No gentle summer breeze

To soothe our restless spirits

To comfort us with ease

 

The waves of heat bear down

To take away our breaths

We count the days by numbers

By days we count the deaths

 

The earth itself is sickened

By the state of our affairs

It’s so hard to feed the spirit

When you can’t bring yourself to care

 

The wind has howled long and hard

The rain has hammered home

The sun beats down in cries of fate

The very heavens exasperate

 

We may as well spell the wind

As wait for better days

 

The air grows still

Take comfort where you will

Civil War

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: THE RESISTANCE

Civil War

 

Never before has a commander in chief

Declared war on American cities

 

Communities beware

Federal troops are coming to your town

To terrify your people

Teargas your mayor

Pummel your protesters

And send waves of fear

Through the suburban nation

 

By virtue of his supreme intellect

He declares your city a terror zone

A bastion of subversive thugs

A pit of moral depravity

A magnet for scum and criminals

 

People of Portland take heed

People of Albuquerque beware

People of Kansas City take warning

People of Chi Town watch out

The troops are coming

To explain what it’s all about

 

There’s an election down the road

And he’s a law and order man

A failure at everything he’s touched

So on this he’ll make a stand

 

He does not care who is harmed

If you dare stand in his way

He needs the television footage

To prove our state of decay

False Dichotomy

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False Dichotomy

 

Save the economy sacrifice lives

Save lives and sacrifice the economy

Suffer a headache or have a lobotomy

Plain and simple: a false dichotomy

 

Fools and small children

Only see the here and now

The day beyond today does not exist

Immediate gratification is all there is

We cannot see the forest for the trees

Rust for the junkyard

Mules for the donkeys

Waves for the seven seas

 

Be here now is a fine saying

But it has definite limits

Looking forward has its place

The future of the human race

 

Forced to choose between

hardship and sorrow

Bad choices will be made

The wise will find another way

 

Forced to choose between

today and tomorrow

The child will always choose today

The wise will choose tomorrow

and tomorrow beyond the day

 

The only way to secure the economy

Is to tend to the virus first

In sacrificing lives to save the markets

We sacrifice both and secure the worst

Brain Fog

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Brain Fog

The face on TV

WHAT’S HIS NAME

Had Covid two or three months ago

HIS BROTHER IS THE GOVERNOR

His symptoms linger on

HE WEARS HIS COURAGE

Among them brain fog

INSIDE HIS FEAR

He tells me

HE HIDES HIS FEAR

It may never go away

INSIDE HIS CONFIDENCE

Fear and rage take my place

WHAT IF?

It never goes away

IT NEVER GOES AWAY?

What cruel fate is this?

HOW DO YOU MAINTAIN A FACE?

Twenty million strong and counting

HOW DO YOU STAY STRONG?

Lost in a fog of tangled dendrites

KNOWING YOU HAVE LOST FOREVER

An endless maze of uncertainty

THAT WHICH MADE YOU

Knowing you will never again know

YOU

You

(the president says the virus

is 99% harmless)

Acceptable Loss

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Acceptable Loss

The old normal has gone away

We adjust our expectations

Increase our hospital capabilities

Improve our medications

We don’t believe the news we’re fed

We go our separate ways

We no longer follow where we’re led

If it means the end of days

We’re finally learning from other nations

They’ve managed so much better

It’s not all about the money

There are debts and there are debtors

We’re starting up the schools again

Without heeding to the boss

We need to make the classroom safe

While defining acceptable loss

We smell the toxic air

The problems we’ve ignored

We know it’s neither right nor fair

We’ve faced it all before

The new normal is a calculation

An unbearable equation

How many will we sacrifice

To normalize the nation

The Wall

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: THE RESISTANCE

The Wall

Graffiti on a battered wall:

On this ground the fascists fall!

The stormtroopers are geared up

And primed to come your way

Teargas and riot sticks

Helmets and vests

Camouflage uniforms leather boots

Goggles masks and night vision

Like they had in Fallujah

In another time and place

Line em up and fire away

MAGA hats are standing tall

Everyone else against the wall!

Anarchists do you hear

Anti-fascists filled with fear

Longhairs blacks rainbows browns

Brace yourselves you’re going down

People who still read books

Students in college towns

Run hide and don’t be found

Prepare ye for the fall

Line em up against the wall!

We’ve seen this horrid act before

(the states of Kent and Jackson)

It’s how the politicians score

(and how they justify their actions)

Create the violence they abhor

(and gage the media traction)

Then mend the lace they tore

It’s a blood sport and they’re on the road

Stirring trouble everywhere they go

Appearing nightly on the evening news

A smashing action show

Systemic Failure

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Systemic Failure

The rich got richer

The working folks barely got by

The poor became hungry and homeless

Too many old folks had nowhere to die

Then the pandemic hit

Any poor man’s mechanic can tell you

When a machine begins to sputter

You’ve only got so many miles

You can rig it and wrap it in duct tape

But it won’t take many more trials

Then the pandemic hit

We had a problem with inequality

And elected a white supremacist

We failed to house the homeless

And chose a man who did not care

The oceans were already rising

So we sanctified poison air

We sacrificed healthcare and schools

By handing it over to fools

Then the pandemic hit

The problems of all humanity

Bordered on the end of days

We needed a bonafide savior

So we went the other way

Then the pandemic hit