White Genocide in South Africa

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

White Genocide

 

The white genocide is a myth

In lieu of calling it a lie

The mythmakers take the fifth

Well, we’re on the good guys’ side

 

But the “good guys” in South Africa

Were on the side of apartheid

The truth is some still are

They will tell you it’s “white pride”

 

They won their nation back again

They won their independence

Freedom was on track again

The oppressor’s time was spent

 

It’s really not a mystery

You want to rewrite history

But the truth will have its day

And right will have its way

The Healing

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

The Healing

 

The earth is in need of healing

A grand extermination

From the basement to the ceiling

A cleansing in all nations

 

Those who do not help the cause

For the damage they have done

All but saints and Santa Claus

The great healing has begun

 

To survive the earth must be reborn

There is no other way

The fabric of the whole is torn

We’ve reached the final stage

 

No more fighting for our gods

No more building without care

No more greed and crooked laws

No more toxins in the air

 

We have made our planet ill

The grand healing must begin

We’ve the need but not the will

In the end the planet wins

 

Hard Times Ahead

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Hard Times Ahead

 

As Voyager travels far from home

Billions of miles as the crow flies

We on earth are feeling alone

All our plans have gone awry

We think of all our scientists

As we lay our kids to bed

We nod our heads and make a list

There are hard times ahead

 

The whole planet is in shambles

Global warming is on the rise

We took a deadly gamble

In believing all those lies

We bowed to greed and ignorance

We followed where it led

Now we’re praying for resilience

There are hard times ahead

 

Peace is just a wayward dream

Our wars are spreading fast

We don’t know what the future brings

Or how long we will last

We see the mass destruction

It fills our minds with dread

Each day brings an obstruction

There are hard times ahead

 

The elder folks will never know

The damage we have done

We made the beast and let it grow

Now all are dazed and stunned

There’s a darkness all around us

A darkness we have bred

It startles and confounds us

There are hard times ahead

Angry White Men

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VIOLENCE

 

Angry White Men

 

Angry white men rule the world

It’s something we all know

Like boys will follow pretty girls

They let their anger show

 

An angry white man, another killing

A sense of self-aggrandizement

Mass murder considered thrilling

The cult of disenfranchisement

 

I wonder what the world would be

Without these crazy white men

Who think: this world belongs to me

Their anger is their only friend

 

They live inside a world of rage

They can never understand

They aren’t the center of the stage

Or the leader of the band

 

They live their lives in silence

Until the bubble bursts

An explosion of crude violence

The angry white man curse

 

All because they don’t belong

They’ve learned to hate themselves

Everyone they know is wrong

So they send them all to hell

 

(re: The Palm Springs bombing.)

 

The Core of Violence

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VIOLENCE

 

The Core of Violence

 

The core of violence is hatred

Hatred of self and others

It is not inherited but bred

A resentment of our brothers

 

How do we learn to hate?

It rises from deep inside

We are taught an intolerant state

From which we cannot hide

 

We learn to hate ourselves

When we’re taught to hate the other

We would rather go to hell

Than have love for one another

 

From this most violence springs

That hatred of the self

It spreads on hatred’s wings

It rings the vengeance bell

 

If we wish to curb the violence

We must learn to love ourselves

We can’t sit still in silence

While we’re captured in its spell