Pariah State

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN

 

Pariah State

 

When you kill your own people en masse

You have lost all control

Your reign cannot outlast

The selling of your soul

 

You are so in love with power

That you would kill without shame

In your hearts you’re all cowards

Spilling blood in God’s name

 

That blood is on your hands

It will remain there forever

No one knows or understands

How your compassion was severed

 

It is time to do what’s right

Let the people have their way

They are sworn to this fight

And in this fight they will stay

 

You have become a rogue nation

To all the world a pariah state

In this mindless provocation

You have earned a cruel fate

 

 

The Fall of NATO

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

The Fall of NATO

 

NATO has stood for over 75 years

United in purpose and ideals

It has relieved international fears

The dome of protection is real

 

All members honor the republican way

A declaration of human rights

There are limits on how far a nation can stray

In the dimming of Liberty’s light

 

Through all the changes and all the threats

NATO has always stood strong

Every challenge has always been met

Even times when we have been wrong

 

An attack on one is an attack on all

That is the core agreement

Without that core the treaty would fall

All members would suffer bereavement

 

When the US considers the use of force

Against a member nation

All nations must face a change of course

To reject our domination

 

 

The Uprising in Iran

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

The Uprising in Iran

 

Desperate times in Iran

Massive protests on the ground

The internet is down

No one knows what’s going on

 

The west must rally to the cause

If democracy is in play

Through the chaos and the fog

Hope has risen to the day

 

They do not ask for bombs

But they welcome our support

They want a strong and sound Iran

They do not want a war for sport

 

Let the cry for freedom sound

Like an echo loud and clear

Let their destiny be bound

To a future without fear

 

Everywhere the people rise

We must answer to their call

Everywhere we hear their cries

May their oppressors break and fall

 

 

The Iceman Cometh

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POLICE STATE

 

The Iceman Cometh *

 

She wasn’t an activist

(so what if she was)

She was a mother who dropped her child

off at school

She wasn’t obstructing the Icemen

(so what if she was)

She was trying to get away

when she found herself in a situation

Surrounded by angry men

Heavily armed, armored and vested

Some yelling at her to get out

Some yelling at her to move on

Was she frightened?  Maybe

When the Iceman cometh you should

be frightened

 

She tried to move on and they shot her

Not one of them came to her aid

Not one of them voiced disapproval

They blocked a doctor on the scene

They covered the truth

They lied

They called her a dirty red

She deserved to die they said

 

When the Icemen come to your town

Beware

Beware if you stand in their way

Beware if you tell them you’re not angry

Beware if you don’t move fast enough

Beware if you’re startled and afraid

They have proclaimed the right

to shoot you dead

 

When the Iceman cometh hide away

When the Iceman cometh bolt your door

When the Iceman cometh do not stray

When the Iceman cometh: war

 

* A play by Eugene O'Neill  

 

Iranian Freedom

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

Iranian Freedom

 

Iran’s desire for freedom

Is deeper than the deep blue sea

A culture of ancient wisdom

Iranians must be free

 

But do not ask for American aid

For it would come with a heavy hand

Be aware you would be played

By the greatest con in all the land

 

We applaud your courageous protest

With the people we must stand

With the victims of mass arrests

We share all of your demands

 

But do not ask the US for favors

We would take more than we give

We would give your gold to slavers

We would not let your freedom live

 

If you want to free your nation

From the hands of your oppressors

Do not trust for your salvation

The would-be king and his jesters