RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE
Paradise in Flames
Maui is in flames today
A lush green island getaway
A place where the privileged stay
A paradise where the wealthy play
But there are ordinary people too
What will the many homeless do?
When the hurricane winds rose and blew
They fanned the flames, the fires grew
Of course the tourists got out fast
Of course the homeless get out last
Paradise will never be the same and
All of us must share the blame
RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WEALTH
Money
Those who think about money most
Are those who do not have it
(at least, not enough of it)
Those who have the most money
(enough to toss it away on toys
and games and playthings)
Never have to think about it at all
Money grows from the ground
They plant their feet upon
Like potatoes and root vegetables
They hire day labor to water and tend
And the famine never comes
One day however the famine will come
And the people with all the money
Will learn to count and recount
And tend to their own piece of land
When that day comes
Money will lose its meaning
People with grit and character
Will rise to rule the earth
While the people with money
Will fall and fade away
RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE
Joshua Trees
Fire rolls across the desert
The Joshua Trees disappear
An ecosystem forever altered
The realization of our fears
Fire cannot burn the sand
These trees have stood a thousand years
Scorched and turned to wasteland
The howling wind is all we hear
And will we ever learn
The error of our ways
Let the barren deserts burn
As we approach the end of days
We have become destroyers
Of all we know and see
Our past will never know
The future that must be
RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IMMIGRATION
Killing Migrants
Killing migrants on the Big River
Killing migrants on the river of hope
Killing migrants for a political stunt
To make America great again
We need labor on the fields of plenty
We need workers to pick the crops
We need someone to care for the kids
We need people to tend the gardens
We need someone to trim the hedges
Rake the leaves and mow the lawns
We need workers to build new houses
To shelter and care for the elderly
We need people to fight the fires
And help those caught in the storm
Instead of putting them to work
We call names and drown them
As they if they have no value
As if they were not human
RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RUSSIA
Nineteen Years (for Navalny)
This is how dictators deal with opposition
Nineteen years in perpetual prison
For founding an independent press
For leading a political party
A sentence that will be renewed
Until the people forget or
Navalny breathes his last breath
As Putin does to Navalny
So Trump would do to all opponents
Should he recapture the White House
Hillary Clinton: Lock her up!
Hunter Biden: Lock him up!
Mike Pence: Hang him!
Jack Smith: Lock him up!
The Democratic Party: Lock them all up!
Navalny gets nineteen years
Nineteen years for speaking out
Nineteen years for democracy
Nineteen years for the truth
Nineteen years for opposing war
How many years will Joe Biden get?
How many years will Ari Melber get?
How many years will Gavin Newsom get?
How many years for journalists?
How many years for impartial judges?
How many years for dissident voices?
How many years for protesters?
How many years for you?
How many years for me?
