Incursion (The War Comes Home)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

Incursion

 

The war comes home

The inevitable consequence of aggression

The war comes home

Every action has its reaction

The war comes home

The bombs and missiles that once fell

Like the wrath of angry gods at war

On the homes of innocent civilians

Now fall like the devil’s vengeance

On the homes of your own people

 

The suffering you have wrought

Now comes to bear

The tears of mothers mourning

Now answer: Do you care?

 

There is a cost for your aggression

There is a price to pay

The destruction you have rained on others

Comes home to you today

 

Teasing Armageddon

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Teasing Armageddon

 

A near collision of mammoth warships

In the southern China Sea

An adolescent game of courage

A near cataclysmic tease

 

How far can China push us

Before disaster strikes?

The brink of Armageddon

Is this what you would like?

 

The Chinese think they own the sea

And all that lies within

The sovereign nation of Taiwan

Is where the war begins

 

We cannot play this horrid game

The grown-ups must hold sway

With the planet in the balance

We must find another way

 

Canadian Wildfires

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE

Canadian Wildfires

 

The smoke of Canadian wildfires

Rides the wind to the great northeast

The numbers run higher and higher

As the gods of destruction feast

The warnings so urgent and dire

The climate becomes the beast

 

When we cannot breathe the air

Without a mask to cover our face

You would think we’d agree everywhere

We are losing the climate change race

We don’t know how much we can bear

As we lose at an incredible pace

 

We know that the fires will spread

Each year as the temperatures rise

More and more of the land is dead

More and more of the wildlife dies

All because our future is wed

To a past of industrial lies

 

Train Wreck in India

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CATASTROPHES

Train Wreck in India

 

Twisted metal like sardine cans

Or bundles of aluminum foil

The wreckage piled over human bodies

The smell of flesh and oil

 

Heat beats down on rescue workers

Who labor through the night

A race to pull survivors out

While hope still holds the light

 

Bodies wrapped in sheets of white

Lain carefully on the ground

A grim and horror-stricken sight

We hear the mourning sounds

 

A woman cries for loved ones lost

A man releases swollen rage

A catastrophe at such a cost

A disaster for the age

 

Myanmar (Military Rule)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

Myanmar

 

Myanmar is under military rule

The people live in utter fear

Every time they call for democracy

The generals circle and draw near

 

Human rights have been struck down

They may not rise again

Like the ship that’s run aground

It is not what it has been

 

The hope of their republic

Was beaten battered and crushed

Civilian rule was tossed aside

And scattered in the dust

 

Now poverty and bloody violence

Becomes a certain path

A cycle of grim destruction

As all sides take their wrath

 

The lesson of this war-torn state

Is as sad as it is true

Once the military seizes power

It does what it will do