Orban the Horrible

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Orban the Horrible

 

Something is rotten in Budapest

Europe is going insane

NATO is doing the best it can

Let’s trade Hungary for Ukraine

 

Ever since Orban ascended

We have suffered from his reign

Now he stands in the way of progress

Let’s trade Hungary for Ukraine

 

The European Union

Must stand for something plain

The basic right of democracy

Let’s trade Hungary for Ukraine

 

Orban is a Putin ally

His mark on the map is stained

Serve notice to every tyrant

Trade Hungary for Ukraine

 

We hold nothing against the people

Condemnation we must refrain

Reclaim you democratic ways or

Trade Hungary for Ukraine

 

Killing Journalists (in Gaza)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ISRAEL AT WAR

Killing Journalists

 

He had to cover Gaza

How could he not?

Knowing he would risk it all

If ever he was caught

Trying hard to do his job

Telling truth to power

Who else if not the journalist?

Who rises in this hour?

A genocide unfolding

What more can be said?

To feed the daily knowing

How many more are dead?

 

The journalist is essential

To tell the story well

Netanyahu has turned Gaza

Into a Palestinian hell

If we want to set it right

Our reporters must be free

To do their work unhindered

Let the journalists be

 

A Modern Mussolini

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

A Modern Mussolini

 

He sounds a lot like Hitler

But he is not the same

Hitler was an orator

Who had a feel for art

The Don is a pretender

Whose speeches fall apart

He’s more like Mussolini

The Italiano beast

They both hold their girth

And hailed from the east

The original fascista

As everybody knows

Wherever Hitler points

Mussolini goes

Like Vlad and the Don

We know who’s on top

If Vlad is the chief

The Don is the cop

He’ll do Putin’s bidding

Without question or doubt

In the end he’ll ask Vlad:

Can you help a poor boy out?

He’s a modern Mussolini

But he never read the story

If he had he would know

The end is pretty gory

 

No Christmas (on Christmas Day)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

No Christmas

 

In the little town of Bethlehem

Where a child was given birth

There is no prayer or celebration

There is no peace on earth

 

There will be no Christmas singing

No sounds of Christmas cheer

No bells of joy are ringing

Our comfort changed to fear

 

We may never be the same

At least that’s how it feels

It seems to me an awful shame

To lift the Christmas shield

 

For Christmas is for everyone

No matter their beliefs

A time to put down our guns

A time to breathe relief

 

The Love (on Christmas)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: PEACE

The Love

 

Peace across the valley

Christmas bells are ringing

Waves of Christmas revelry

Boys and girls are singing

 

Where is the love that once we knew?

So freely given this time of year?

Where is the love that seemed so true?

Where is the Christmas cheer?

 

As children we loved everyone

Over time we learned to hate

Every daughter and every son

Was welcomed as our mate

 

Where is the love that grew on trees?

It seems so very far away

Where is the hand we gave for free?

Lost somehow along the way

 

We need to find the love again

To give the world new birth

To find the kindness deep within

For peace on planet earth