Thursday, September 23, 2021

Seven Generations: A Short Story

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IMMIGRATION


Seven Generations: A Short Story

 

The generations flow

Like currents in a great river

Like waves in the sea

Where each wave is endowed

With the power to alter

The course of history

And all that it encompasses

 

It begins with immigration

(this is not a native story)

Religious persecution

Economic opportunity

Importation of slaves

The great potato famine

The Armenian genocide

The siege of the Warsaw ghetto

The Nazi invasion

The Bracero program

Cold War refugees

The purge of Christians

The purge of Muslims

 

It begins with the journey

A journey of hardship

Discrimination and hatred

Violence and disruption

 

It advances through seven stages

Poor paying jobs

Substandard housing

Poverty and rejection

We don’t want your kind

Go back where you came from

 

It endures through persistence

With the help of friends

Understanding neighbors

And welcoming neighborhoods

 

It advances through hard work

Success and acceptance

Community sacrifice and service

 

It advances through legal proceedings

Stubborn insistence on human rights

Fights in the court

Fights in the legislature

 

It advances when the doors

Of opportunity open through

Representation and demand

 

It advances through power

Money and control

 

In seven generations you arrive

At the American dream

And the keepers at the gate wonder:

What took you so long?

 

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Mississippi and Peru

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

 

Mississippi and Peru

 

Peru and Mississippi

Mississippi and Peru

If you had to do it all again

What differently would you do?

 

Your answer for the cameras: nothing

Your answer before the mirror: everything

 

Take the virus seriously

Mask distance isolate and ventilate

Invest in mass vaccination

Put your best medical minds in charge

Trust the science

Keep the people well informed

A virus does not care

Who you are or where

Understand from the beginning

The best economic strategy

Is to defeat the virus

Pound the people daily

With the hard and honest truth

Bring the opposition aboard

Remove the politics

Share the credit

Erase the blame

We are all in this together

Together we will overcome

 


Monday, September 20, 2021

Under the Bridge

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS


Under the Bridge

 

There is a bridge down by the border

Where there is no law no order

There we spend most of our days

Trying to find some other way

 

They don’t want us in the promised land

So here we’re forced to take a stand

They say they’ll send us home again

There’s no way forward we cannot win

 

Maybe they’re right we do not know

We often hang our heads down low

But we can’t afford to lose all hope

We must find another way to cope

 

Under the bridge we help each other

There are children without mothers

We must endure all kinds of weather

Yet still we stay together

 

If there is one thing you should know

This is not a moving picture show

We are not animals or crawling things

We are sentient human beings

 


Sunday, September 19, 2021

Q ii Revisited

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS


Q ii Revisited

 

It feeds on itself

It recycles its own waste

It requires no objective sustenance

It is the zombie of social movements

It died long ago but refused to accept its demise

 

It is the Q

It is the virus of intellectual ideas

It poisons what it touches

And takes root in the core

 

It teases logic but repels facts

It thrives on whispered innuendo

On rumors and reflections

Did you hear what they’re saying?

Everybody knows

Every body knows

 

I hear there’s a vaccine that cures it

That’s what they want you to believe

Don’t drink the Kool-Aid

Don’t breathe the air

Get off the grid

And don’t look back

 

Our enemies are everywhere

Behind the blue rectangles

Beyond the purple horizon

Don’t look don’t look

If you look they’ve got you

Stay strong

Resist

Reject the system

Learn the code

The Q is all

The Q stands tall

The Q will rise

While others fall

 

Are you with us or against us?

Stand up or walk away

Fall in line or stray

There is no other way

 

The Q knows

The Q grows

The Q will not be fooled