America the Bold

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN HISTORY

 

America the Bold

 

Let there be a new America

Like the America of old

The one that landed on the moon

America the bold

 

I remember that America

That shining star of glory

The one that welcomed all aboard

The hero in the story

 

We sailed across the vast blue sea

America the brave

We found a land inhabited

And dug them an early grave

 

But we rose above our travesty

We founded a republic

Embraced the nation’s majesty

The tired, poor and sick

 

We fought our share of wars

For purpose good and bad

America the powerful

The best we’ve ever had

 

We rose to meet our destiny

A nation of all kinds

Together we were meant to be

A nation color blind

 

We’ll find our way back home again

America’s been sold

The greatest we have ever been

America the bold

 

America the Gold

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICA

 

America the Gold

 

A Golden Ballroom for the rich

The massive crypto currency grift

An arch of triumph to his glory

A total rewrite of the nation’s story

 

This is not America

This is something sick and strange

This is not America

The very concept is deranged

 

A war for Netanyahu

It was supposed to last a week

Pretending that a lie is true

The prospects growing bleak

 

This is not America

It wears a thin façade

This is not America

The man thinks he’s a god

 

The killing of the daily news

The tampering with elections

Denial of the right to choose

Obfuscation and deflection

 

This is not America

More like a third-world nation

This is not America

It’s a criminal organization

 

 

Two-hundred Fifty Years

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICA

 

Two-hundred Fifty Years

 

Founded on the fundamental right

Of democratic representation

The noble cause was worth the fight

It was the birth of a great nation

 

The best of our founders knew

That our nation would have to evolve

As our land expanded and grew

There were problems we had to solve

 

We enshrined our basic rights

We extended them to all

Our promise became our might

As the people answered our call

 

We stood for common decency

Though atrocities did go down

We acknowledge our tainted history

We’ve improved the founders’ ground

 

We fought a war for freedom

We fought a war to free the slaves

We fought Hitler and we beat him

We built on the founders’ graves

 

We know well the fight goes on

We accept that it will not end

We will fight against all wrong

And our freedoms we’ll defend

 

For America is our nation

It belongs to each and every one

We are built on immigration

Equal rights under the sun

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY USA!

 

Trade Realignment

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRADE POLICY

 

Trade Realignment *

 

Beneath the headlines of the day

The American Israeli war on Iran

A trade coalition came into play

In the arrival of a new dawn

 

Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay

With the European continent

The world need not wonder why

Trade with the United States is spent

 

This is the start of a realignment

That circumscribes American interests

Our former partners in consignment

Finding deals that serve them best

 

Some may cry America First!

Yet its effects may put us last

We could not have done any worse

Had we given Fair Trade a chance

 

Three more years of high inflation

Three more years of our decline

Three more years of degradation

As our proud nation falls behind

 

* EU-Mercosur Trade Agreement

 

 

Woe (Horrors of War)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

Woe (Horrors of War)

 

People of Israel

Look at what you have unleashed

A world of sorrow hate and grief

What horrors will unfold

 

People of America

Look at what you have enabled

A globe perpetually unstable

All progress is on hold

 

People of Iran

We’re sorry for your tragic state

A world in chaos is your fate

It is a world of woe

 

People of Iraq

What lessons have we learned?

Play with fire, you will get burned

The story has been told

 

People of the world

Hunker down and hold in place

The consequences we will face

This arrogance grows old

 

There are no words of comfort

There are only prayers for peace

Like a flower in the dusty earth

We will hope for war’s defeat

 

 

Land of the Free

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Land of the Free

 

What land is this I wonder

The purple mountains majesty

The land of grain and thunder

The land of grace and sympathy

The land that pulls you under

 

This is the land of liberty

The land where all are free

The land that wants no misery

The land that lets you be

The land that places family

Among the sacred trees

 

A darkness spread across the land

The shadow of a beast

Some rose up to make a stand

Some cried out for peace

Many hid and many ran

So many more deceased

 

What happened in this land of light

This land of liberty?

The place of law and human rights

The land that sings of thee

A shadow brought an endless night

A curse on all you see

We finally gave up the fight

We are no longer free

 

 

The New Millennium

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICA

 

The New Millennium

 

Twenty-five years into the new millennium

A year of extraordinary upheaval

Not a moment of boredom or tedium

The forces of virtue versus evil

 

Our democracy on the ropes

Bruised and battered by our president

Sliding down that slippery slope

A twisted vision warped and bent

 

His cause of mindless deportation

Pushes forward at a dizzy pace

The very core of the American nation

Devoid of justice and of grace

 

That we’ve endured this bold attack

Is a tribute to our strength and core

Somehow we’ll win our country back

Before he starts another war

 

All to please his quest for power

“The likes of which” we rarely see

The angry king in his lonely tower

A reign of terror, rage and greed

 

May we never see his like again

May his time in office soon expire

The things he’s done we can’t defend

A nation balanced on a wire

 

 

The History of Me

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: THANKSGIVING

 

History of Me

 

We made our way across the sea

Way back in 1493

At Plymouth Rock we planted seeds

That’s the history of me

 

We were cold and we were hungry

The natives gave us aide

They answered to our desperate plea

We bowed our heads and prayed

 

We founded thirteen colonies

The British tried to tax our tea

Our people said no thank you please

That’s the history of me

 

A hundred years we traveled west

We settled in the rolling hills

We thought to stay and have a rest

The buffalo were killed

 

We did what we were led to do

We were a different breed

We always wanted something new

That’s the history of me

 

A thousand years of slavery

A long and bloody civil war

Tales of death and bravery

The reaper at the door

 

The dust bowl pushed us out again

Until we reached the other sea

Degraded everywhere we’d been

That’s the history of me

 

We’re proud and we’re determined

To leave a better legacy

We tired of the sermon

That’s the history of me

 

(Happy Thanksgiving Eve!)

 

Reclaiming the Flag

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Reclaiming the Flag

 

Everybody wants to know what went down

Everybody has a point of view

Open up your ears and hear that sound

That’s a debt coming due

 

We reclaimed the flag last night

The colors red, white and blue

We took a flame to a firefight

We held strong and true

 

The next time they call you Red

Throw it back in their ugly faces

Defiance is the force they dread

In all the nation’s disparate places

 

We marched together hand in hand

Every color, tribe and station

We waved the flag across the land

Reclaiming our true nation

 

We weren’t afraid to take a stand

We weren’t afraid to tell it straight

In words that all could understand

Our America is great

 

Assassin's Bullet

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VIOLENCE IN AMERICA

 

Assassin’s Bullet

 

We disagree on so many things

From defending Ukraine to building a wall

From whether angels really do have wings

To whom will be the next to fall

But we can agree on this one thing:

An assassin’s bullet is against us all

 

The powerful weapon that took him down *

Should never be allowed

Not on a safe and sacred ground

Nor a place with an assembled crowd

We wonder what the assassin found

That shamed or made him proud

That made his mind unsound

 

Whatever else can be said

That will move our hearts or stir our rage

A man who lived now is dead

He has left the living stage

He leaves behind the ones he loved

To suffer through this violent age

The soaring hawk, the lonesome dove

No more will he engage

 

* Charlie Kirk in Utah

 

The Fourth

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN HISTORY

 

The Fourth

 

Two and a half centuries ago

We declared our independence

Mad King George felt the blow

And sang a long lament

 

No longer would we serve

A master far away

We took what we deserved

Our Independence Day

 

Our founders were the best

In mind, heart and soul

Old Ben Franklin and the rest

They kept the union whole

 

We thank them to this day

Though their faults are very clear

Their light would shine the way

Through many troubled years

 

This day we remember them

And the nation they envisioned

A circle of enlightened men

Who made a hard decision

 

They created a democracy

The first in the modern age

They defeated an autocracy

And sparked a monarch’s rage

 

Today the kings are figureheads

The queens do not hold sway

We’ve followed where the founders led

It’s Independence Day

 

(Happy Fourth of July!!!)

 

ICE

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: MASS DEPORTION

 

ICE

 

ICE is the new Brown Shirts

The American SS and the KGB

A force buried in American dirt

From sea to hypocritical sea

 

Is this the look you MAGA’s want?

All jaundiced and diseased

Tired, ugly, bloody and gaunt

Beneath our desperate pleas

 

America the true and free

Has vanished with the wind

A land we thought could never be

A fortress built of tin

 

What happened to our liberties?

We’ve lost what we revered

Gone with our democracy

Submerged in blood and tears

 

Our darkest days will linger on

Until we stop them cold

The opposition must hold strong

The resistance must be bold

 

 

 

America First

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: MIDDLE EAST

 

America First

 

Is this what we are fighting for?

When you pledge America first?

The Middle East in flames of war

Could it get any worse?

 

Israel wants mass destruction

Iran wants the bomb

Feel the blast, quake and suction

The bombing of Tehran

 

We had our massive wars of choice

Afghanistan and Iraq

America’s most horrific voice

Meant to awe and shock

 

It didn’t go as we had planned

The shock was to ourselves

Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan

A journey straight to hell

 

The way of war has gone too far

The path of escalation

We’re chasing ghosts and falling stars

The scourge of every nation

 

 

Immigration Gestapo

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IMMIGRATION

  

Immigration Gestapo

 

The émigré gestapo is coming

To spread terror in your town

Factory workers start running

Before you’re beaten to the ground

 

They don’t care about your rights

Your rights expired yesterday

They’re more than ready for a fight

Your people do not have a say

 

You are something less than human

So our president has decreed

His gestapo friends are fuming

They would love to see you bleed

 

Towns and cities across the land

Get prepared to be invaded

Unless you want to make a stand

The light of liberty has faded

 

It seems our nation’s gone astray

Our doors and gates are locked

The new gestapo is here to stay

The road to freedom has been blocked