Friend of the Devil

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LATIN AMERICA

 

Friend of the Devil

 

When you invite the devil into your fold

Even with virtue’s intent

A story of evil must be retold

Concerning a past that was bent

 

It is not a secret or mystery

What our Agency did in the past

Destroying Latin American democracies

With promises that did not last

 

Now Daniel Noboa of Ecuador

Has opened the gates to his nation

To fight in America’s cocaine wars

A dark and dismal invitation

 

Sheinbaum of Mexico turned us down

But Noboa opened the door

So our darkest operators are on the ground

No one knows what lies in store

 

Maybe they’ll fight the drug cartels

But it comes with an obligation

This is how so many democracies fell

And became subservient nations

 

 

King of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

King of War

 

They wouldn’t make me King of Peace

So I’ll be the King of War

Like Vladimir I’ll be the beast

Listen!  Hear me roar!

 

I’ll start off in the Middle East

No one’s done that before

You would not make me King of Peace

So I’ll be the King of War

 

Let’s have a war for Mexico

They haven’t done enough

From Chiapas down to Jalisco

Do not think that it’s a bluff

 

Ask Maduro in Caracas

What he thinks of me now

He went down without a fuss

All he could say was Wow!

 

Cuba’s just across the lake

No one likes them anyway

That would be a piece of cake

The avenger’s on his way

 

Next we’ll conquer Canada

They wouldn’t dare resist

Just like that war in Gren-ada

Let’s put them on the list

 

You all know what’s coming next

Greenland will be mine

It won’t even be complex

We’ll take them by design

 

They’ll all say I’m an awful man

But it wasn’t what I wanted

War was never in my plan

But now my house is haunted

 

En Fuego

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORRUPTION

 

En Fuego

 

El Mencho is dead

And Mexico is on fire

Jalisco lives in dread

The situation is most dire

 

When you go after the cartels

As Sheinbaum did today

They’ve promised a living hell

Take cover and get out of the way

 

The flames are growing higher

Every hour of every day

They swear they’ll never tire

They will lay it all to waste

 

It’s a war against the night

It keeps coming back for more

Can they ever win this fight?

As the flames of vengeance roar

 

We pray the light will win

What else can we do?

It’s like fighting against sin

In the end the sinners lose

 

On this our hopes depend

For democracy cannot hold

Against corrupt and wicked men

If we give away our souls

 

Gringo Go Home!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IMMIGRATION

 

Gringo Go Home

 

Up north they want the border closed

Down south they’re beginning to see

Both sides want the change to slow

They’re not sure what to plead

 

The northerners are moving in

The cost of housing on the rise

The locals lose, the landlords win

When they cater to the gentrified

 

The workers cannot pay the rent

They being pushed aside

Their patience is being spent

Not much longer will they ride

 

It’s happening across the board

On both sides of the border

It strikes on a rebellious chord

And triggers law and order

 

The people rise up everywhere

Their anger springs from fear

You don’t want our workers there?

We don’t want your money here!

 

(Massive protests in Mexico City)

 

Friends and Adversaries

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRADE 

 

Friends and Adversaries

 

We used to be the best of friends

Now we pose a threat

On trade our friendship now depends

The balance of our debt

 

For Canada and Mexico

Our patience has grown thin

The tariff threat will come and go

And neither side will win

 

Brazil was once our ally

When Bolsonaro was in charge

But Trump and Lula will not lie

Their relationship is hard

 

We used to like democracies

At the least we gave the lie

Now we only like autocracies

That virtue would defy

 

We need to find our truth again

We’ve lost it in the haze

Let’s move to where we’ve never been

Those better, brighter days

 

 

Dear Mexico (The Master to His Hound)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Dear Mexico

 

Dear citizens of Mexico

We owe you an apology

Please take it in and let it go

A cold and cruel psychology

 

He doesn’t want your land

He only wants your oil

There’s too much rock and sand

To take a profit from you soil

 

He wants you to bow down

To his majesty supreme

All promises unwound

He saw it in a dream

 

If you want to win his favor

Just play a little ball

He’ll be the great enslaver

You’ll help him build his wall

 

When Mexico is good again

He’ll tear the great wall down

Then we will be the best of friends

The master to his hound