Saturday, January 21, 2023

Ceaseless

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Ceaseless (for Ukraine)

 

Life is nothing if not ceaseless

It attacks like a plague of locusts

It imposes hardship after hardship

It test the limits of our endurance

It waits until we are vulnerable

It pounces like a hungry predator

Pounces when we’re defenseless

Leaves us bleeding and breathless

at the dark end of a forgotten alley

 

Life is often and repeatedly challenging

and yet we often and repeatedly survive

We are nothing if not resilient

Our most basic instinct is to defend

Stand strong and strike back

Exact a price for every blow

For every bead of sweat and drop of blood

 

We will not go down without a fight

We will fight for a thousand years

and still we will not yield

We will survive at all costs

We will prevail

 

Thursday, January 19, 2023

Zelensky Goes to Washington

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Zelensky Goes to Washington

 

Like Churchill back in forty-one

Zelensky goes to Washington

To secure our government’s support

To make his stand and hold his court

To shame those who defy him

If you dare to doubt just try him

He fights for all democracies

He curses the autocracies

Putin is his evil foe

If you didn’t, now you know

 

The Kremlin will take notice

Zelensky has our POTUS

Europe stands the rest

Don’t put us to the test

It is time for you to calculate

Ukraine as an independent state

What that means to you *

Depends on what you do

 

* Putin

 

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Depravity at Dnipro

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Depravity at Dnipro

 

When you have murdered civilians

by the tens of thousands

what prevents you from killing

thousands more?

 

When your crimes against humanity

are known to all the world

what constraints exist?

 

The devastation in Dnipro

summons memories of Dresden

Hiroshima and Nagasaki

The bombing of London

The massacres at Mi Lai, Sand Creek

Washita and Wounded Knee

War crimes and crimes against humanity

that had no military value

Murder for murder’s sake

Terror as a weapon of war

 

There can be no forgiveness

for crimes such as these

They must be entered in the book

of human depravity

Add Dnipro to the list

 

Monday, January 16, 2023

Till (on MLK Day)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CIVIL RIGHTS


Till (on MLK Day)

 

A fine young man of fourteen years

He came down from the Windy City

He walked into a southern town

Where he found a woman pretty

He might have whistled

He might have smiled

The woman was offended

She was of gentile breeding

He was from slaves descended

 

Her husband and his brother

Took the boy away

They beat him down and cut him up

Put a bullet in his brain

They threw his body in the river

Where it drifted several days

When they finally pulled the body out

His bruised and bloated remains

His mother swore they would remember

The young man they had slain

 

The shocking death that shook a mountain

That echoed on the Hill

The boy they beat and shot that day

By the name of Emmett Till

 

Sunday, January 15, 2023

Deformity of the Soul

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Deformity of the Soul

 

Remember Richard, Lord of Gloucester

Killer of his nephews in the Tower

Whose deformity of the spine

Was so pronounced that dogs barked

As he approached them

 

Richard was a villain with a pleasing tune

He charmed his victims before the blade

 

It would be wrong to judge a man

By his physical deformity and yet…

Many lives would have been spared

Had Richard been judged by his

 

How much easier it would be if we

could recognize deformities of the soul

as readily as we do those of the body

for though they may not be clear to the eyes

they are exposed to the other senses

 

Those with deformed souls are clammy

to the touch, sour to the taste

There is a faint sound of moaning and

their smell is of rotting corpses

We need only get close enough to

touch, taste and smell them to know

and be forewarned

 

But who among us is brave enough

to venture so close and live?