MacArthur Park

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: MASS DEPORTATION

 

MacArthur Park

 

The day the troops came to LA

The images are stark

They did not come to play

When they stormed MacArthur Park

 

They came for those with darker skin

The workers of the sun

I doubt that they will come again

The summer has begun

 

We need the workers in the fields

We need them in our homes

It seems the soldiers made a deal

The nation sold their souls

 

The people all around the land

Have made their feelings clear

In case you did not understand

You are not welcome here

 

If you serve a cause that’s just and fair

We would not need to ask

If you were welcomed anywhere

Why do you wear a mask?

 

 

Summer Winds

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Summer Winds

 

The summer winds blow hot this year

Sparking dry brush into flame

The people run or hide in fear

On the outskirts of Marseille

 

For this the French are well prepared

They halted trains and planes

Though the fire spread and flared

It was tempered in the main

 

Wildfires strike across the globe

The floods and monster storms

Catastrophes will come in droves

As the planet has grown warm

 

It’s far too late to stem the tide

Disasters will come hard and fast

Destruction will be far and wide

The damage done will last

 

Tell your leaders everywhere

In every town and nation

The time is now to get prepared

For the great acceleration

 

 

We Will Get By

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DEMOCRACY

 

We Will Get By

 

You have to believe we will get by

You have to believe

That democracy will prevail

When all is said …

The autocrats, the dictators, the wannabes,

The hustlers, the con men, the promise

You everything wise guys...

They’re all lies

You have to believe the people

Will see through them

 

The trouble is there are so many of them

They come in all forms and colors

They wear fancy clothes and wry grins

They drive Tesla’s and Cadillac Seville’s

They bring you sparkling gifts

But their gold is pyrite

Their magic is a conjuring spell

Their promise is an empty shell

 

There is only one truth

She is not fancy

She has no bells and whistles

She is not the belle of the ball

But she is steady and persistent

She is the stronger tenfold

And democracy is her friend

And democracy we’ll defend

 

We will get by

 

(re: Grateful Dead’s A Touch of Grey)

 

BRICS in the Wall

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

BRICS in the Wall

 

Lula took aim at the US of A

The Saudis looked on silently

The Iranians had much to say

The Emirates could hardly breathe

 

They all blasted the Israelis

As they were right to do

The Palestinians are on their knees

With no one left to sue

 

But when you blast the warmongers

Yet fall silent on Ukraine

You should hold your tongues longer

Before singing that refrain

 

The Russians have no virtue

The Chinese little more

Give credit wherever it is due

Give none to the masters of war

 

Stand up for all democracies

Oppose the bold oppressors

Call out all those hypocrisies

As something less than lesser

 

 

 

Adaptability

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Adaptability

 

Humans are nothing if not adaptable

We thrive under harsh conditions

We survive the near impossible

We convert our suppositions

 

Though we’ve no intent to harm her

The earth is growing warmer

While the summer’s getting longer

We adapt by getting stronger

 

When we cannot breathe the air

We’ll filter it through masks

If a curious child should ask

We’ll pretend we do not care

 

When the storms become a beast

That rails from west to east

We’ll seek shelter beneath the ground

Where there are no sights or sounds

 

We’ll adapt to almost anything

But someday they’ll wonder why

We refused to stop the poisoning

Of the water and the sky

 

We’ll say we did not understand

Knowing fully well we did

We thought we’d find a better land

So we took the highest bid