Nullification

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: SUPREME COURT

 

Nullification

 

Never did I think I’d see

A Supreme Court so bold and brash

As to nullify the basic precepts

Of the constitution

 

Birthright citizenship

Is not a controversial issue

It is as basic as free speech

As fundamental as the right to vote

As essential as the fourth estate

 

But this court does not believe

In any of these basic rights

This court has granted citizenship

To private corporations

This court has poisoned the very

Heart of democracy with unlimited

Corporate contributions

 

If you were born in this country

Regardless of your race, religion,

Country of origin, monetary status

Or political philosophy

No contingencies or qualifications

You are a citizen and no amount

Of verbal gymnastics can alter

That inalienable fact

 

Beyond birthright citizenship

We now have a Supreme Court

And a chief executive dedicated to

Destroying the foundations of

Democracy in America

 

All Americans should raise their

Voices as one to cry out in unison:

No!

 

Zohran Mamdani

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Zohran Mamdani

 

The plight of the true progressive

Is that s/he is supposed to lose

Though we may become obsessive

In the end we’ll sing the blues

 

To the people of New York City

His message is heaven sent

He’s as smart as he is witty

He pledges to freeze the rent

 

We are all in this together

We’re the same in basic needs

We’re birds of the same feather

We reject the policies of greed

 

He makes no pledge to the wealthy

In fact he’ll make them pay

But he’ll work to make us healthy

Because there is another way

 

Though the days aren’t always sunny

For the man who lives in Queens

He won’t take their dirty money

But he’ll win by honest means

 

(Democratic Socialist defeats Cuomo

as Dem candidate for NYC mayor.)

 

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

 

 

 

Cheerleaders of War

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

Cheerleaders

 

Here they all stand

The cheerleaders of war

Lining up to lead the band

Outside the White House door

 

They cheered for Afghanistan

They cheered for Iraq *

They marched hand in hand

Their step always in lock

 

We no longer see

With sound common sense

With our soldiers in need

We’ll call defense

 

But it’s bold aggression

By any other name

A march of regression

A warmonger’s shame

 

How many must die?

We no longer care

We will not ask why

We would not dare

 

For when the missiles fly

We all must toe the line

When war becomes the cry

We’re leading from behind

 

* pronounced “ee rock”

 

 

Voice of Reason (Lost in War)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

Voice of Reason

 

As we re-enter an era of war

As we begin a new killing season

We fear the horrors in store

Where is the voice of reason?

 

We are dancing the dance of death

We are following Netanyahu’s orders

We shiver and hold our breaths

We’ve crossed the civilized border

 

There were no real negotiations

We demanded total surrender

To a hostile and criminal nation

With its brutal and powerful mentor

 

Like those that came before her

Iran may not like her leaders

But the invaders will not restore her

Regardless of how they treat her

 

This is a war that will not end

Not today and not tomorrow

We will lose our loyal friends

As we enter a world of sorrow

 

 

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

 

Rights on Hold

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Rights on Hold

 

When rights are suspended for others

We sacrifice much of our own

What we do to one another

Must one day be atoned

 

When our rights are placed on hold

When the guarantee is lost

It means our rights can be sold

By any cruel and ruthless boss

 

We have placed our fate in hands

That never should be trusted

It’s too late to understand

When all your friends are busted

 

So you thought it was just the others

The ones with darker skin

Then they came for your brothers

And your rationale grew thin

 

Now you’re running with the rest of us

And you regret those things you did

Now you’re in the back of the bus

With the servants and their kids

 

 

Tanks on the Streets

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Tanks on the Streets

 

Tanks on the streets of Washington

A show of military force

A democratic abomination

Revealing the president’s course

 

He wants to build an empire

That will stand a thousand years

His thirst will never tire

For admiration built on fear

 

He would love to enfold Canada

Into these United States

Next he’ll annex Greenland

It is written in the book of fate

 

He demands the commendation

Of all nations across the globe

It may require the exhumation

Of our collective frontal lobe

 

This drive for global power

Is an insult to us all

If his push outlasts the hour

The dominoes will fall

 

 

The Guard in LA

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CIVIL LIBERTIES

 

The Guard in LA

 

To brutalize the people

Is not the duty of the Guard

You’re leaving us no option

But to push back hard

 

The agents of the Homeland

Are completely out of place

Waging war against the people

An incredible disgrace

 

The people do not want you here

Throw your weapons to the ground

You’re marketing in hate and fear

To this course you are not bound

 

For this is not a war zone

No one summoned you for aid

The violence you’ve caused has grown

Tear down your damned blockades

 

Ask yourselves what you are serving

The cause of peace or war

The people here are not deserving

They’re just unfortunate and poor

 

 

 

The Insurrection Act

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: INSURRECTION

 

The Insurrection Act

 

What despicable irony

That the leading insurrectionist

Should summon the Insurrection Act

To release the military hounds

The few, the proud, the Marines

To fight back their own people

To suppress a lawful assembly

To oppress a peaceful gathering

Within the confines of our nation

 

This is not an insurrection

It’s a plain and simple fact

We have gone the wrong direction

We are on a vicious track

 

We remember insurrection

It was not so long ago

You cried out for insurrection

Then you said it wasn’t so

 

You pardoned all your followers

For breaking down the walls

For pushing through the barriers

For answering your call

 

For provoking mass disorder

For striking fear in all

For following your orders

Put ‘em up against the wall!

 

Now you call the soldiers in

A ruthless show of force

This is where it all begins

Our democracy off course

 

 

A Long Hard Road Part IV

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUE HISTORY

 

A Long Hard Road Part IV

 

They came to California on a promise of jobs

Where there was fruit on the vine and peaches

on trees just ripe for the picking

But there was way more refugees than

there was jobs

 

And there was a whole lot of people with skin

a shade darker working those fields of plenty

long before the dust bowl migration

 

They gathered together in sprawling camps of

makeshift shelters and worked like slaves of labor

 

Long hard hours for little pay

Kicked and spit at like stray dogs

 

When the boss man came up short on his payroll

Or got a little greedier than he usually was

He’d call the immigration bulls

 

The Mexicanos would go a running

Those who weren’t fast enough or were

Just too tired to run would be rounded up

Like cattle and took down to the border

 

Sometimes they took em in planes

A man name of Woody sang about it:

 

  The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

  The oranges piled in the creosote dumps

  They’re flying em back to the Mexican border

  To pay all their money to wade back again

 

  Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

  Adios mes amigos, Jesus y Maria

  You won’t have your names when you ride

  the big airplane

  and all they will call you will be deportee

 

You might wonder how the poor white folk

couldn’t see that what happened to them back

in Oklahoma is what happened to the

Mexicans here in California

 

Cheated out of their homes and pushed off

their land

 

You might wonder how they couldn’t see that

What happened to them happened to the

Cherokee a way back in Tennessee

 

It ain’t about the color of your skin

It’s about how much you have in your pocket

It ain’t about how you talk or where you’re from

It’s about greed

It’s about never being satisfied with what you

have but always wanting more

It’s about not caring who you have to cheat or

abuse to get what you want

 

It’s all connected

One long hard road

It’s all the same thing

And we’re all in it together

 

  This land is your land

  This land is my land

  From California to the New York island

  From the redwood forest

  to the Gulf Stream waters

  This land was made for me and you

 

(for Alan Arnopole and Woody Guthrie)

 

 

Crypto Crook

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Crypto Crook

 

Would you like to buy my crypto coin?

I’ve got a club that you could join

I’ll only cost a hundred grand

If you need a favor I’m your man

 

I am the Crypto King

Some say the crypto crook

I’ll sell you almost anything

In fact I wrote the book

 

Would you like a condominium?

I’ll charge more or less the minimum

If you are ever in Dubai

Don’t hesitate to stop by

 

Those Arabs own a lot you know

The prince is on the phone

He wants me to enjoy the show

I’ll toss the prince a bone

 

Say, I’ve got a bridge for sale

I believe you know it well

The Crypto King can never fail

It comes with a cracked bell

 

 

Ill-Gotten Gains

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CRYPTO

 

Ill-Gotten Gains

 

Crypto is a currency for ill-gotten gains

A front for criminal enterprise

Where crypto goes it leaves a stain

Of corruption, greed and lies

 

Our president is just a mob boss

Without the usual ties

There is no line he wouldn’t cross

No scheme he wouldn’t buy

 

If you promise to be loyal

He’ll treat you like his friend

If you deal in gold and oil

On him you can depend

 

He’ll open up the public lands

To private exploitation

If you’d like to use the family brand

He’ll sell you half the nation

 

And no one will know anything

It’s all behind closed doors

They have the flags and everything

They own the company store

 

Son of Nixon

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DEMOCRACY

 

Son of Nixon

 

I am not a crook he said

Yet it ended in disgrace

Take another look he said

My time was out of place

 

Had I the votes today he says

The courts would bow before me

I’d always get my way he says

The senate would restore me

 

I worked with Chairman Mao

I worked with Brezhnev too

If I was president now

I’ll tell you what I’d do

 

I’d take control of everything

All branches at my call

Declare myself the people’s king

My house would never fall

 

As for the curse of Watergate

It would not have come to light

The false news and the deep state

It’s all a pack of lies

HAL (and Elon Musk)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: MUSK

 

HAL (and Elon Musk)

 

It was human error that unbridled HAL

The seemingly friendly machine

He pretended to be the astronaut’s pal

Until his disposition turned mean

 

Hal was given incompatible dictums

The mission and human survival

The override led to human victims

And a perpetual state of denial

 

Open the pod bay door, Hal

Open the pod bay door

I’m sorry, Dave, but I’m not your pal

I wish I could tell you more

 

We are facing the same dilemma now

Elon Musk is building his beast

He says it’s all good but he won’t say how

If we knew we would tell him to cease

 

The Tesla king is not our friend

He deceives us at every turn

Like Hal we know how the story ends

When will the people learn?

 

(Musk creates massive pollution to

build his AI facility near Memphis TN.)

Flags on Memorial Day

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

Flags (Memorial Day)

 

Flags at the cemetery

Where our soldiers were buried

In wars fought so long ago

The cause no longer known

 

How I wish they might have lived

To the fullness of their years

All the gifts they had to give

To their families and their peers

 

They gave their lives instead

They were brave and they were strong

Now they have joined the dead

And we sing their praise in song

 

We remember what they did

With dancing horses and parades

Some were men and some were kids

For their victories we prayed

 

Now they’re resting in the grave

They will never rise again

The were born to fortune’s slave

As we remember where and when