Losing Democracy

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Losing Democracy

 

When the oligarchs bought the news

We did not sound the alarm

We’ve other sources we can choose

What could be the harm?

 

When the bought our elections

After buying out the courts

It’s just natural selection

It happens in due course

 

Now they’re controlling information

What we see and what we think

We’ve become a hollow nation

In time our ship will sink

 

They control our foreign trade

And all the laws that we defy

All the fortunes that were made

By selecting winning sides

 

The oligarchs are rising

Like the waves in a monster storm

There are no measures we’re devising

That can save the ones we mourn

 

But we can save our nation

If we rally to the cause

And we can save our reputation

As a nation ruled by laws

 

Fair Elections

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Fair Elections

 

When the government gains access

To detailed voter information

We’ve failed the democratic test

We’ve become a different nation

 

Yet this government demands

Full access to the voters lists

What’s behind their crooked plan?

There is something gone amiss

 

That states control the ballot place

Is what our law decrees

It is obvious on its very face

Corrupt intention is the deed

 

They will find what they intend to find

Though the ballots are intact

The product of corrupted minds

A disregard for any facts

 

Do not trust what they will tell us

Let them know you see the lie

It’s a story they would sell us

You can see it in their eyes

 

(FBI seizes Fulton County ballots)

 

 

The Great Voter Purge

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The Voter Purge

 

It all started in Tallahassee

The Great American Voter Purge

Now it moves from sea to sea

To counter an expected voter surge

 

There’s more than one way to win

Without a majority of votes

Let the next great purge begin

All historians should take notes

 

They’ll take a list of minority names

Gathered from the crime rolls

They’ll paint them all with fiendish shame

They will sell their eternal souls

 

All those voters will be tossed

Without time to restore them

The Democrats will pay the cost

At our peril do we ignore them

 

There is no border they won’t cross

No lie, no fraud, no cheat

To please their crude and wicked boss

To avoid a huge defeat