Austrian Lockdown

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES

Austrian Lockdown

 

What is happening in Austria

May come to Indiana soon

The unvaccinated are in lockdown

For all of Europe it is high noon

 

The virus is rising up again

Seems it never really went away

As the winter winds sweep in

We bow our heads and pray

 

If this can happen in Western Europe

Where precautions were surely taken

What hope is there in the heartland

Where so many are forsaken

 

There are protests in Vienna

They are “fighting for their rights”

But the virus keeps mutating

Turning days into long lost nights

 

Fight back if you can

Take care if you will

For the next wave is coming

And it’s ready to kill

The Last Dictator

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS

The Last Dictator

 

The last dictator can never be

For there will always be another

A son follows his father

A monster succeeds his brother

 

How egotistical to proclaim oneself

The last of a dying breed

For where there is money and power

There is always a place for greed

 

There comes a time of destiny

For all who worship power

Mark it on your calendar

Down to the date and hour

 

You are not the chosen one of God

You are just another man

Who desires more than he deserves

Who devised an evil plan

 

Your days are coming to an end

The writing is on the wall

The people will rise to celebrate

Their despicable tyrant’s fall

 

(for Lukashenko of Belarus)

 

Post Reality

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

Post Reality

 

Read the writing on the wall

To see where this is heading

A world of one’s own creation

Time event and setting

 

They may call it virtual reality

Call it whatever you will

Designed to titillate the senses

And deliver you a thrill

 

Find the world you’re living in

Less than what it could be?

Plug in to your chosen sphere

See what you want to see

 

We always win the trophy

We never landed on the moon

Don’t like the heat of August?

Let’s pretend it’s always June

 

The world is what you make of it

A dream inside a dream

Discard all uncomfortable facts

Your life is what it seems

 

Belarus (The Puppet)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Belarus

 

Like the Cherokee on the Trail of Tears

Like the Navajo at the End of the Trail

The Islamic migrants in Belarus

Are rounded up like stray cattle

Shuffled to camps at the Polish border

Trapped between two armies

In perpetual displacement

 

We know the hand behind this treachery

This crisis of human decency

It is not the puppet Lukashenko

It is the puppet master

Behind the wrought iron curtain

 

As if to prove his relevance

As if to demonstrate his power

Vladimir pulls the levers

And his Belarus puppet dances

 

It is a warning of things to come

A shot across the bow

The emperor readies for action

We may not know when or how

 

Troops gather at the Ukrainian border

A threat of severed oil looms

The future is looking bleak

For some it may bring doom