Outrage

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Outrage

 

The outrage is palpable

For what happened that day

The president is culpable

He will take it to his grave

 

He pardoned all their sins

Now he promises rewards

The story goes to he who wins

Those who lose lay down their swords

 

They have pulled a billion dollars

And over half a billion more

From the workers with blue collars

To foment a civil war

 

If he didn’t hold the power

He would spend his days in jail

Or he’d be hiding in his tower

Against his enemies he’d rail

 

But power gives you money

To wash away your crimes

You laugh as if it’s funny

You got away with it this time

 

And your party lets you do it

They cannot find their tongues

They pretend that they eschew it

Yet they hold on to that rung

 

(DOJ awards $1.8 billion to a

Trump controlled commission.)

 

 

Demolition Man (Modi)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Demolition Man *

 

The demolition man

Is doing all he can

To reach the unreachable

To touch the untouchables

To send them all away

Where they’ll go he can’t say

Anywhere but here

He’ll drive them out with fear

He will not let them stand

He’s the demolition man

 

He has made his decision

They do not share his religion

They stand out in opposition

He offers nothing but derision

He destroys where they live

They have nothing left to give

They are not worth freeing

They’re less than human beings

Send them off to Pakistan

He’s the demolition man

 

He is racist to the core

He’s not afraid of civil war

But the people are afraid

Of the evil plans he’s made

They see him and his friends

Pushing hard until they bend

This is not how it should be

At last the truth they see

They will stop him if they can

He’s the demolition man

 

* Narendra Modi of India

 

Elements

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Elements

 

The wind, the rain, the snow

The elements of the earth

That which flourishes and grows

The dying and rebirth

 

The heat of summer sun

It rises to a pitch

For cover creatures run

The changes are so rich

 

A chain of thunderstorms

Twisters, grim tornadoes

When cold invades the warm

The four winds rise and blow

 

A flood on city streets

A storm across the plains

We surrender in defeat

A torrential wall of rain

 

Mother nature is our friend

And our worst adversary

We work to make amends

That burden we must carry

 

Taking Venezuela

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Taking Venezuela

 

Trump wants more real estate

That’s what America should do

He wanted Greenland as the 51^st state

Now he wants Venezuela too

 

He believes the people love him

Everywhere he sets his sights

There is no greater one above him

He is the guardian of the light

 

But the people do not feel that way

Though at times they may accede

They understand an ego play

They appreciate his greed

 

But they won’t give up their nation

To appease his grandiose plans

Their right to self-determination

They won’t fail to make a stand

 

Do not discount a people’s pride

They remember who they are

They won’t be taken for a ride

They remember Bolivar

 

Starmer V. Farage

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: BRITAIN

 

Starmer V. Farage

 

Farage won this round

But the battle is not done

The European side is down

But the war has not been won

 

Starmer will hold steady

In a parliament of many

The old guard is not ready

To change the euro for the penny

 

Two opposing parties is insufficient

To express the people’s will

The entire system is deficient

Like a mountain for a hill

 

The young will push ahead

The old will fade away

A reunion will be bred

They’ll regret the day they strayed

 

The party leader may be new

Yet the cause remains the same

Britain yearns for Europe too

In something more than just a name

 

Trump and Xi

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Trump and Xi

 

Trump against Xi

It’s checkers versus chess

Trump laughing with glee

While Xi holds it to his vest

 

The world’s most powerful men

Have a great deal to discuss

Like a rooster to a hen

Like a train to a local bus

 

How’s your war in Iran?

Xi says with sly grin

We are already gone

That’s the way we will win

 

But the Strait is still closed

All the world is enraged

We’ve all suffered the blows

From the war you’ve engaged

 

Get out while you still can

Save your party and your face

But I am the greatest man!

You are a man in disgrace

 

 

Killer Virus

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: HEALTH

 

Killer Virus

 

Another killer virus is inevitable

And we are not prepared

We’re particularly susceptible

To one that carries through the air

 

We’ve cut funding to World Health

We need more money for war

We’ve misappropriated our wealth

To things we don’t need anymore

 

We don’t need to cause great harm

We don’t need weapons of war

We need to banish deadly arms

We need allies on distant shores

 

If this hantavirus is not the one

The one is coming down the line

Devastation will have its run

We are observing all the signs

 

When it comes we won’t be ready

We’ll be scrambling to respond

The Europeans will hold steady

But our structure will be gone

 

 

The Jim Crow Court

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: SUPREME COURT

 

The Jim Crow Court

 

The Court has nullified democracy

In every way we know

They’ve embraced a white hypocrisy

In the name of old Jim Crow

 

They have decimated voting rights

Now they’ve hit a brand new low

They’ve pushed minorities out of sight

In the name of old Jim Crow

 

From Louisiana to Alabam

They’ve struck a deadly blow

The gerrymander diagram

In the name of old Jim Crow

 

They’re doing what they’re told to do

It’s the court of Donald show

We’ll all be pale before they’re through

In the name of old Jim Crow

 

They’re setting back the racial clock

Our discontent will grow

The Great Society has been blocked

In the name of old Jim Crow

 

Decisive change takes many years

Through sweat and blood and tears

The damage done we’ll never know

In the name of old Jim Crow

 

 

A New Britain

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: BRITAIN

 

A New Britain

 

The duopoly is breaking down

Great Britain will survive

Other parties have staked their ground

A multiparty system will thrive

 

Reform is the biggest winner

The Labour party is the loser

They’ve defeated all the sinners

And made Starmer out a boozer

 

Their democracy will endure

Though it may take a different form

Parliamentary to be sure

Without the two-party scorn

 

It’s hard times for those in power

With inflation and the rest

If you are in the ivory tower

You did not pass the test

 

Will the change be everlasting?

No one really knows for sure

The system may have need blasting

As a farmer needs fresh manure

 

86 47

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

86 47

 

86 47 is not a threat

It is merely a request

Our president need not sweat

The danger could not be less

 

Seashells placed upon a beach

Is not an FBI concern

It should be placed beyond their reach

The courtroom is adjourned

 

This prosecution is absurd

Frivolous at its worst

Vindictive is another word

The DOJ is cursed

 

Have a little common sense

Don’t waste our precious money

When they ask where the money went

The answer won’t be funny

 

They did it because he asked

That is the only rationale

They would prosecute a flask

If it crossed the Donald’s pal

 

(DOJ indicts James Comey) 

Profiteers of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

Profiteers of War

 

They’re taking money from the Arab states

They’re taking money from the poor

They’ll take it now before it’s too late

They’re the profiteers of war

 

We’re paying more for milk and bread

We’re getting less and paying more

While the working world is feeling dread

They are profiteering war

 

His sons are gathering stacks of gold

His son-in-law takes in more

The nation’s parks are being sold

To the profiteers of war

 

They’ve got business with the Emirates

All the oil barons of lore

They are killers and degenerates

They’re the profiteers of war

 

We will never get it back again

All this waste of our resource

If you trust in God this is a sin

The profiteers of war

 

If you’d like to feel the hate

Get on board and stay the course

A dismal conscience is your fate

You’re a profiteer of war

 

Anti-Semitism

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Anti-Semitism

 

Netanyahu is a jew

But all jews are not Netanyahu

To believe that this is true

Is very old and nothing new

 

To oppose a government is just

When the government is out of line

We have run out of all trust

In a leader who seems blind

 

To the needs of his nation

While he prosecutes his war

He has sacrificed his salvation

To his desire to settle scores

 

Yet the people can’t be blamed

For the crimes of just one man

For that would be a shame

And a failure to understand

 

You can’t blame the entire group

For the sake of Palestine

That would be an endless loop

In the name of the divine

 

Discrimination is wrong

In every form it takes

Recrimination won’t be long

The forsaken will forsake

 

May Day

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LABOR

 

May Day

 

We’ve forgotten the working class

Though they haven’t forgotten us

In every line they come up last

They sit at the back of the bus

 

Every year our leaders tell them

It’s your turn to rise up

Take your rightful dividends

Grab hold of the winner’s cup

 

But every year you’re given less

The working class stays poor

They shake their heads and confess

We can’t afford to give you more

 

While they line their bulging pockets

And shine their silver cars

They amuse themselves with rockets

And aim them at the stars

 

The rich will never give a damn

Keep the working world in need

Let they live on toast and jam

While the rich compound their greed

 

Published: Workingman Poor

Litterateur RW (Redefining World)

May 2026

 

Gutted (Voting Rights Act)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Gutted (Voting Rights Act)

 

The age of civil rights is dead

As is the age of civil liberties

The Court Supreme to Trump is wed

We’ll have no more equality

 

We’re moving back in time

We’ve reversed the march of progress

Racial bias is now fine

As long as whites do best

 

We have too many blacks and browns

Enlisted in our government

We have to turn this trend around

This is what the founders meant

 

Of course they had no women

Only rich white men could vote

We’re going back to where we’ve been

Too many blacks will sink the boat

 

You cannot right an age-old wrong

You can pretend it never happened

Minorities never did belong

Make this nation great again

 

Lady Justice should be blind

Democracy should not be

We need to represent all kinds

Not just the white elites

 

 

The King's Speech

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The King’s Speech

 

I am no fan of royalty

British or any other kind

Yet do not question my loyalty

When I say he spoke my mind

 

He took issue with our president

Without mentioning his name

His message was a testament

To the president’s great shame

 

He warned of too much power

In the hands of just one man

He spoke to the day and hour

As much as any royal can

 

He defended our democracy

From Magna Carta to the Bill of Rights

He condemned every theocracy

Beware the Christian right

 

He defended the great alliance

That was born after the War

He spoke with the bold defiance

Of a man from a distant shore

 

(Charles III speaks to Congress

28 April 2026.)