Somethings Gotta Give

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

Somethings Gotta Give

 

Reservoirs filled to the tipping point

Snowpack primed to melt away

Too many men on a lifeboat

Too many who want to stay

We’re waiting for the next disaster

We’re trying our best to live

We all know what comes after

Something has got to give

 

And nobody knows when it will be

When the walls come crashing down

Like a ship of fools lost at sea

We vanish without a sound

 

The actress made her final film

She pushed her friends away

They saw just what was happening

And no one wanted to play

They were waiting for her final take

They prayed she would want to live

She ended it for goodness sake

She had nothing left to give

 

And nobody knows when it will be

When it all comes tumbling down

Like a ship of fools lost at sea

We’ll vanish without a sound

 

Angry Men

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GUN CONTROL

Angry Men

 

We breed angry men in this country

Like they breed cheese in France

Like they breed horses in Kentucky

Like golfers on the Texas plains

Like ballplayers in Puerto Rico

 

We cultivate them from the cradle

We nourish them on entitlement

We embitter them with injustice

We embolden them with glory

We trigger them with rage

 

When they ready to explode

We offer no compassion

We offer no understanding

We offer no means of cooling down

We offer no pause for reflection

 

We give them guns and ammunition

We give them weapons of mass destruction

We give them military killing machines

We give them media of hate and rage

We point them the way to glory

And feign outrage when they kill

Crazy Horse

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN HISTORY

Crazy Horse (Heroes)

 

Never a chief

But a leader of men

A warrior not by nature

But the fiercest of all warriors

He went to the sacred mountains

To cry for a vision

The spirits blessed him with sight

He would never be killed

By a white man’s bullets

But a friend would betray him

He could take no honors

He would not be proud

He would take no more than he needed

He would live and bleed for his people

He betrayed his vision only twice

Laying with another man’s wife

Taking the honor of a shirt bearer

Both times nearly cost him his life

He proved his courage at the Greasy Grass

What the whites call Little Big Horn

He fought with the strength of seven warriors

His vision proved true at last

He knew this world was but a dream

He believed the dream world real

He went to the other side without regret

His image the whites would not steal

His spirit live on in the sacred Black Hills

Where his truth is forever revealed:

 

“My land is where my people lay buried.”

 

Crazy Horse

The Swedish Equation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The Swedish Equation

 

Neutrality endured for two hundred years

It somehow seemed appropriate

The world needed a neutral setting

For negotiations and diplomacy

Sweden saw no need for militarization

For as long as the doctrine held

 

Putin pushed the boundary

Crossed the line with aggressive war

Posed a threat in blood and terror

So neutrality is no more

 

After Finland, so goes Sweden

Putin altered all equations

The Russian empire is on hold

NATO adds two more nations