The Healing

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

The Healing

 

The earth is in need of healing

A grand extermination

From the basement to the ceiling

A cleansing in all nations

 

Those who do not help the cause

For the damage they have done

All but saints and Santa Claus

The great healing has begun

 

To survive the earth must be reborn

There is no other way

The fabric of the whole is torn

We’ve reached the final stage

 

No more fighting for our gods

No more building without care

No more greed and crooked laws

No more toxins in the air

 

We have made our planet ill

The grand healing must begin

We’ve the need but not the will

In the end the planet wins

 

Hard Times Ahead

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Hard Times Ahead

 

As Voyager travels far from home

Billions of miles as the crow flies

We on earth are feeling alone

All our plans have gone awry

We think of all our scientists

As we lay our kids to bed

We nod our heads and make a list

There are hard times ahead

 

The whole planet is in shambles

Global warming is on the rise

We took a deadly gamble

In believing all those lies

We bowed to greed and ignorance

We followed where it led

Now we’re praying for resilience

There are hard times ahead

 

Peace is just a wayward dream

Our wars are spreading fast

We don’t know what the future brings

Or how long we will last

We see the mass destruction

It fills our minds with dread

Each day brings an obstruction

There are hard times ahead

 

The elder folks will never know

The damage we have done

We made the beast and let it grow

Now all are dazed and stunned

There’s a darkness all around us

A darkness we have bred

It startles and confounds us

There are hard times ahead

The American Crisis

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CANADA

 

The American Crisis

 

Mark Carney* and the Canadian nation

Have arrived at a critical crossroad

Like a runaway train approaching as station

They are asked to carry a heavy load

 

He must deal with the brute at the border

Who has neither a heart nor ears

Who isn’t concerned with the mass disorder

Caused by the ship that he steers

 

More than two hundred years of alliance

Shattered in the quick of an hour

Our friendship and trade were reliant

Now they’ve turned rotten and sour

 

They must find a way to appease him

Without becoming his pet

Any moment the wrath could seize him

And send us all into massive debt

 

Oh how I wish we could turn back time

To a place where we all got along

When the northern winds were calm and sublime

But that was only a dream in a song

 

* Canada’s new Prime Minister

 

Around the World

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Around the World

 

The war in Gaza rages

The war in Yemen holds

The wars progress in stages

The Ukrainians will not fold

 

The tariff wars intensify

Across the global stage

Our leaders taking foreign bribes

The Saudis are in play

 

Everywhere we plant a seed

The future is in doubt

Autocracies grow like weeds

Democracy is out

 

The war is raging everywhere

Our rights are on the run

Those in power do not care

The reckoning has begun

 

The warming is the greatest threat

To all that live on earth

We’ve just begun to pay the debt

How much is the planet worth?

 

The Occupation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GAZA

 

The Occupation

 

They are starving in Gaza

The children eat birdseed

The siege is in place

A blockade of all needs

 

The Israeli Occupation

Has captured the Strip

A complete subjugation

The crack of a whip

 

We pretend it’s not real

The world turns away

A spin of the wheel

There’s no more to say

 

But if you’re living in Gaza

You have no choice

The bombs keep on falling

Drowning out your voice

 

Will no one bear witness

To the crimes of this war?

We’ve turned out the lights

We’ve bolted the door

 

The Day Saigon Fell

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

The Day Saigon Fell

 

The day that Saigon fell *

Ended fifty years of hell **

Fifty years since that day

We’ve learned there’s a price to pay

 

For fighting endless wars

That wound us to our core

Wars in other people’s lands

Iraq and Afghanistan

 

Wars that leave a lasting stain

Yemen and Ukraine

I wonder if we’ve learned at all

Fifty years since the fall

 

We’ve pledged to end all war

We’ve sworn to fight no more

But then the bugle sounds

And another war goes down

 

Soldiers by the thousands die

As mothers wonder why

Their children are deceased

When will we live in peace?

 

* April 28, 1975

** British, French and American wars

Parade of Pariahs in Moscow

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Parade of Pariahs

 

In the parade of pariahs

Showing solidarity with the beast of brutality

from the northern empire

The most surprising of these is

Lula da Silva of Brazil

We expect little of those nations that live

in the shadow of the former Soviet empire

We expect little of the Chinese dictator

We expect nothing less from those who

survive at the mercy of Russian military aid

But we expect better of Lula

The elder statesman who revived Brazilian democracy

The man who defeated the Trumpian tyrant wannabe

Even Modi of India refused the embarrassment

of associating with the world’s leading oppressors

The republic of the United States of America is

suffering at the moment but we have not stooped

to the level of Vladimir Putin

It is you who should be embarrassed now

You betray your own democratic ideals

You give legitimacy to the invasion of Ukraine

Step back, Lula da Silva, and reevaluate

Russian oil and military aid is not worth the

sacrifice of sacred principles

 

Kashmir

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Kashmir

 

When the British drew the border

They divided the state of Kashmir

They knew it would cause disorder

And a perpetual state of fear

 

Between India and Pakistan

Two fierce and nuclear powers

A battle over no man’s land

Would break out every hour

 

It’s a war that none can win

Without a chance of annihilation

Every time the fight begins

It’s a threat to every nation

 

Where then is the calm negotiator?

Who will bring them to the table?

The vengeful and the rabid haters

There is no one who is able

 

We must live in constant fear

That vengeance will win out

As the days of reckoning near

The planet’s future is in doubt

 

Starvation in Gaza

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GAZA

 

Starvation in Gaza

 

Starvation in Gaza: it’s a part of the plan

Bebe Netanyahu: you’re the man!

 

You killed them en masse

With your missiles and bombs

Just to prove you’re the boss

Which we’ve known all along

 

You define genocide in all possible ways

It’s the cause of humanity you have betrayed

 

You believe this is winning

The mass devastation

The devil is grinning

At the curse of your nation

 

When will you learn this isn’t the way

The curse will strike back some dark dismal day

 

 

Apple Moves to India

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRADE WARS

 

Apple Moves to India

 

In the great American trade war

Is this what you had in mind?

They’re shopping for a back door

The cheapest labor they can find

 

They’re not moving to our nation

Not at this or any time

They will find another station

It’s a dollar to a dime

 

It’s been known throughout the ages

They will go where costs are cheap

In the matter of living wages

What you sow is what you reap

 

Where they go others will follow

It’s whack-a-mole to the core

All your promises are really hollow

In the wastelands of your war

 

We all want to bring back jobs

But brother this is not the way

It’s like paying a thief to rob

Or asking an atheist to pray 

Canadian Pride

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CANADA

 

Canadian Pride

 

Our Canadian friends have won the day

With an assertion of Canadian pride

Once again they will show us a better way

More compassionate and more dignified

 

Our president gave them no respect

With constant threats of annexation

We wonder what he’ll think of next

That will arouse their indignation

 

The love well their independence

They do not wish to be consumed

They wonder where their friends went

With all these threats of doom and gloom

 

The Canadian Liberal Party rises

From the depths of obscuration

They chose the leader who was wisest

In defending the Canadian nation

 

Though the future is in question

Their proud nation will not fold

There will be no lame concessions

That are less than free and bold

 

(P.M. Mark Carney wins full term.)

Rights of All

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DEMOCRACY

 

Rights of All

 

Our rights are not a property

They can’t be bought or sold

I’ll claim them as a part of me

Until the heavens fold

 

Those rights belong to everyone

Who lives on planet earth

Until the setting of the sun

By virtue of their birth

 

The age of freedom will not end

By anyone’s decree

No matter what you may intend

We will not bend the knee

 

Our students have a right to speak

Without intimidation

Rich or poor, strong or weak

In a democratic nation

 

You want us to be silent now

No protests, no resistance

But some things we do not know how

Our freedom is insistent

 

The Killing of Lorenz

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POLICE VIOLENCE

 

The Killing of Lorenz

 

Maybe he lost his mind

No one really seems to know

Were the police color blind

Or did their bias show?

 

He sprayed gas into a crowd

What kind they didn’t know

He seemed mad and crazy loud

He absorbed five killing blows

 

He was dead right on the spot

And the people gathered round

Was this a terrorist plot?

Was the shooting sound?

 

We may never know the answers

Why this young black man is dead

Is this an incident or a cancer?

A day all Germans dread

 

He was victim number 22

For the year 2024

In the red, white and blue

There were 1,343 more

 

(A black man shot by police

in Oldenburg, Germany.)

 

The Martyrdom of Darya Kozyreva

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: PUTIN'S RUSSIA

 

Darya

 

Darya Kozyreva is nineteen

She loves poetry and yearns for freedom

Darya Kozyreva will spend three years

in the gulag for poetic dissidence

 

She pasted a verse from a Ukrainian poet *

on his statue in St Petersburg Square:

 

O bury me, then rise ye up

And break your heavy chains

And water with the tyrant’s blood

The freedom you have gained

 

It did not use the tyrant’s name

It did not need to

It didn’t mention the war in Ukraine

It was self-evident

 

Darya Kozyreva was a known dissident

Now she is a known hero

She valued truth over her own freedom

She felt the suffering of her Ukrainian friends

She refused to remain silent

 

She is one of hundreds in Russian jails

For speaking out against their president

For speaking out against his dirty war

 

In America we do not imprison dissidents

We detain and deport foreign students

For writing anti-Israeli editorials

 

In America we find more creative ways

to punish those who criticize the president

and his oppressive policies

 

We are not Russia but we are on the path

that Putin laid out before us

where dissent is outlawed

and public protest is treason

where even listening to an opposing view

is a punishable offense

 

* Taras Shevchenko

Escalation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Escalation

 

The war in Yemen escalates

The war in Ukraine accelerates

The war in Gaza venerates

A once and would-be king

 

He was the master deal maker

He promised war would end

He was a giver not a taker

His deals would make amends

 

The bombs in Yemen fall

The missiles in Ukraine

They’re building up the walls

Mass destruction is in vain

 

All his promises are broken

His words a waste of breath

All his efforts are a token

To a world of endless death

 

The war in Ukraine escalates

In Yemen war accelerates

A land that Israel decimates

A long-forgotten king

 

The Shadow of Istanbul

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

The Shadow of Istanbul

 

What happens in Turkey does not stay in Turkey

 

Its shadow of darkness spreads

like a chilling wave over the land

and across the sea injecting poison

into the body politick even in the

land of the free

 

What happens in Istanbul does not stay in Istanbul

 

It foreshadows the nightmares to come

as the gathering force of protest and

resistance builds in towns and cities

across the nation

 

How long will the president endure the

indignity of dissent?

 

He has imposed the Alien Enemies Act*

to deport residents to foreign prisons

 

How long before he declares martial law

to nullify the right to assemble in protest?

 

He has ordered mass deportation without

regard to due process of law

 

How long before he orders the mass

detention of law-abiding protestors?

 

They are holding show trials in Istanbul

to see how far they can go

 

Are there enough prisons to imprison dissent?

 

There are if we count El Salvador

 

What happens in Turkey does not stay in Turkey

 

By tomorrow it will be here

 

* Alien Enemies Act of 1798

Open Letter to the Russian People

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RUSSIA

 

Open Letter

 

People of Russia I humbly speak

I appeal to your humanity

If peace is what you seek

Do not yield to your vanity

Don’t believe that we are weak

 

You are not your dark leader

We are not the same as ours

In a forest of hard cedar

We have both built our towers

We have listened to deceivers

 

But we do not desire war

Despite all you might have heard

When you knock upon our door

We will hear your honest word

And we will travel to your shore

 

As for the matter of Ukraine

We believe in basic rights

Let us make it very plain

We do not believe in might

We will not embrace the pain

 

We believe in sharing views

We believe in compromise

Let us walk in common shoes

Let us form more common ties

If we fail both sides will lose

 

For the world and for ourselves

We must end this bitter hate

Put our differences on the shelf

Let us forge a better fate

Let’s regard each other well