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!

 

The Socialist

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

The Socialist

 

The socialists are winning

Across the eastern states

Uncle Bernie is still grinning

Ain’t America great?

 

It used to be a dirty word

Like anarchist and commie scum

The dirtiest of dirty birds

All socialists were commie bums

 

Now it seems the world has changed

Blame it on the universities

The established order is estranged

They have overcome adversity

 

Now they’re winning in the east

But can they rise up in the west?

Will the old appeal decrease?

It is time to face the test

 

With independence on the rise

The major parties in decline

The working folks are getting wise

The social manifest is fine

 

The Insurrection Act

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

The Insurrection Act

 

JD Vance wanted to strike back

Against the protests in Minneapolis

By invoking the Insurrection Act

Deploying soldiers against civilians

Unleashing a bold attack

 

Is anyone lower than JD Vance?

 

Stephen Miller wants to suspend habeas corpus

To facilitate mass deportation

Without the bother of due process

He’d sever the heart of the nation

 

Is anyone lower that Stephen Miller?

 

Donald Trump wants access to the voting rolls

He wants your name and location

He wants control of the next election

He’d betray the core of the nation

 

Is anyone lower than Donald Trump?

 

In nations that do not have basic rights

They don’t bother with habeas corpus

They don’t need to steal the voting rolls

They don’t need an Insurrection Act

Their people have no rights

 

Is this America or some lesser nation?

In the balance, it remains to be seen

 

The Lords of Wall Street

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

The Lords of Wall Street

 

The Lords of Wall Street love him

Without dignity or reason

The markets reign above him

He’s the man of every season

 

He starts a war of choice

That cripples the world economy

In a crude a bellicose voice

Like a man with a frontal lobotomy

 

He regards us all as his fools

Who can’t conceive his glory

He’s tossed aside all the rules

He’ll write his own damn story

 

But the Dow goes through the sky

And the NASDAQ follows suit

We cannot wonder why

The man is in it for the loot

 

With one eye on the marketplace

And one hand in the till

The markets are his saving grace

Wall Street loves him still

 

He has the Lords of Wall Street

He owns the Court Supreme

Hold on tight to your seat

This is the MAGA dream

 

JD Vance

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

JD Vance

 

Hold a mirror to yourself JD Vance

Have a modicum of sympathy

For others, not a chance

You have only antipathy

For the poor and the oppressed

Though you claim that they raised you

You do not pass the test

You’re a phony and a sellout

No one wants you at the dance

No one wants to hear you shout

No one, JD Vance

 

You would argue with a door

You would turn yourself about

Claim the ceiling is the floor

Claim that certainty is doubt

If it furthered your ambition

You would call yourself a priest

Claim it was a hard decision

To hide your inner beast

You would assume any stance

With the most against the least

Shame on you, JD Vance

 

 

The Exclusion Act

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RACISM

 

The Exclusion Act

 

The MAGA movement is nothing new

Its racist roots trace back

To eighteen hundred and eighty-two

The Chinese Exclusion Act

 

The Chinese worked as virtual slaves

On the transcontinental railway

The work was hard, the workers brave

They worked for the right to stay

 

Twelve hundred workers gave their lives

That the railroad might succeed

That America might grow and thrive

The working force would bleed

 

From the Exclusion Act to slavery

In a long continuous line

Acts of defiance and bravery

Freed us from our binds

 

We are a nation of immigration

It is foolish to deny

We rise above our former station

It is the center of our pride

 

All those who wish to push away

The story of our rise

From our birth to this very day

We have overcome the lies

 

The Ugly American

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

The Ugly American

 

He’d send Ilhan Omar back to Somalia

Because he doesn’t like her dress

He would imprison half of California

In fact, he despises all the west

 

His hatred is nearly palpable

Hide your head, he might explode

Of compassion he’s incapable

He lives inside a dome

 

Where no one every questions him

Where everyone adores

Where everyone is less than him

And no one’s keeping score

 

If you ask him he will tell you

He won every single state

If you cross him he’ll expel you

That’s how he makes the nation great

 

They’re all crooks and toxic scum

The ones who will not bend

They’re either crooked or they’re dumb

They’re all losers in the end

 

And he’s a shining tower

Of diamonds, platinum and gold

He holds the nation’s power

And no, he isn’t old

 

 

Smog in LA

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Smog in LA

 

We remember back in the day

Smog so thick you couldn’t breathe

A stifling layer of summer haze

From the great basin to the sea

 

California fought it back

It took years to clear the air

We led the nation on attack

We did far more than our share

 

Now we’ve lost what we had gained

The nation didn’t have our back

All our efforts were in vain

When the train fell off the tracks

 

Climate change is not a joke

The warming lingers into night

We’ve got to fix what we have broke

It’s a crushing fact of life

 

Does anybody really care

That what we’re leaving to our kids

Poisoned water, toxic air

We may have lost our final bid

 

 

Mexican Sovereignty

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Mexican Sovereignty

 

Mexico is a sovereign state

We’ve no rightful jurisdiction there

They have no obligation to cooperate

With accusations so wildly unfair

 

We’ve indicted Mexican officials

On specious charges of collusion

We have fired a legal missile

A violation of civil institutions

 

We are not the hemispheric king

They do not answer to our rules

This is crude and open interfering

We are playing them for fools

 

But Sheinbaum will not bend the knee

To the man above the border

She will answer clear and pointedly

They have their own law and order

 

Our president should mind his own

He has enough to hold him down

He has found himself alone

With his feet on shaky ground

 

Newark Outrage

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IMMIGRATION

 

Newark Outrage

 

The protests in New Jersey

Against mass deportation

Shatter the American dream

Born of an immigrant nation

 

Now blood has been shed

Under the banner of law and order

Discontent has been bred

The need to close our border

 

That the treatment is cruel

In all the centers of detention

It’s clear that it’s the rule

It is cruelty with intention

 

We have all turned our backs

After Alex Pretti and Renee Good

They are still on attack

It is time again that we stood

 

Against the brutal ICE agents

And all of their vicious kind

Let a clear message be sent

We will not remain blind

 

To the horrors that you bring

When you come to all our towns

The damage done still stings

We do not want you around

 

The Democratic Platform

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The Democratic Platform

 

In 2026 and two years beyond

What will the Democrats run on?

What will they take to the campaign stump?

 

First and above all else: Erase Trump

From the Golden Ballroom to the southern wall

His name and his deeds, erase them all

 

Next ban the dirty gerrymander

That mortal threat to the democratic way

Let voters deal with the lies and slanders

Let the people have their say

 

In a republic the filibuster has no place

A simple majority should have its way

An end to this senatorial disgrace

 

Let’s finally end these wars of choice

On the myth that might is right

Let the people of all nations rejoice

An end to the infinite fight

 

Then let’s get the cost of living down

We can’t take it another day more

We’d like an occasional night on the town

And a reasonable bill at the store

 

Let all who are able find work today

There’s a job for one and all

Full employment is the only way

To avoid the next economic fall

 

Let’s deliver healthcare for everyone

We tried once but it just didn’t take

Let’s try it again until it’s done

It is time for decency’s sake

 

Then let’s mobilize for universal housing

In a nation as wealthy as ours

 

Let’s end the era of doubting

We can make polutionless cars

 

Let’s refund science for the warming

Let’s prepare the best that we can

We’ve ignored all of the warnings

Let us finally take our best stand

 

Cuba Waits

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LATIN AMERICA

 

Cuba Waits

 

The threat hangs in the air

The example of Caracas

It could happen anywhere

When there is no mutual trust

 

Now they wait in great fear

The beast looms like a terror

It comes nearer and nearer

They can hear the beast roar

 

They are not the dark knight

They do not attack others

They do not seek a fight

They would like to be brothers

 

They are different from us

They’re a socialist nation

They all ride the same bus

They all use the same station

 

They are not a democracy

That is a great shame

They are in essence an autocracy

And for that there is blame

 

Yet they work for their own

For the progress of all

They do not walk alone

And they don’t need a wall

 

Another war of choice

In our own backyard

Would silence their voice

It would go down hard

 

Vengeance

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Vengeance

 

Vengeance is the beating heart of evil

He remembers when you gave a look

His vengeance is financial and legal

It’s the tactic of the worst of crooks

 

He despises all who went to finer schools

Who scored higher on the tests

He’ll condemn them for following the rules

And proclaim he was the best of the best

 

If you ever dared accuse him of a crime

It is etched in his stone-cold heart

He’ll sue you and take your last dime

That’s the genuine deal of the art

 

When realized his vengeance sustains him

It is sweeter than a waterfall of gold

No army of lawyers can constrain him

He’ll explain that your house has been sold

 

His vengeance is the key to his being

It’s more precious to him than his wife

If he’s on you, you’d better start fleeing

Vengeance is the love of his life

 

 

The Silence of America

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  UKRAINE

 

The Silence of America

 

As Russia launched a devastating attack

Into the beating heart of Ukraine

Zelensky pleaded with the world to strike back

To make their collective outrage plain

 

London, Berlin and the European Union

Condemned the blatant escalation

The free world stood in communion

All except one lonely nation

 

The silence of America was loud

Like a shot in the quiet of night

Vladimir Putin must have been proud

He has silenced America’s might

 

The world must revise its alliance

NATO and all free nations

In light of America’s silence

They can hardly expect salvation

 

They know that this can’t last forever

This aversion to freedom’s cause

The nation from its roots is severed

Not forever but just for a pause

 

America will be herself again

We can only wait and pray

Greater than we’ve ever been

A nation that will not stray