Casualties of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Casualties of War

 

You gave us a promise on election day

No more stupid wars

America wanted another way

They chose to say: no more

 

So now we find ourselves at war

For Netanyahu and Israel’s sake

So we ask ourselves once more

How many must die for your mistake?

 

You don’t know how to say you’re wrong

You have played the warlord’s fool

Your sense of power far too strong

You forgot the golden rule

 

Don’t gamble more than you can lose

The very faith of MAGA nation

Now you cannot face the news

A sense of brazen indignation

 

This is the war you wanted

Now everything’s at stake

You pretend that you’re undaunted

How many will die for your mistake?

 

 

Oh Canada (Canadian Wildfires)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CANADA

 

Canadian Wildfires

 

Much of Canada is on fire

From the Territories to Newfoundland

From Vancouver to Ontario

The threat could rise much higher

 

Remember back in ‘23

When the smoke transformed New York

From a city geared to please

To a landscape gray and orange

 

Where there’s smoke there’s fire

Or so it has been said

But there are winds that never tire

That take the smoke where it is led

 

Minnesota and Wisconsin

Parts of Michigan as well

They’re breathing in the toxins

Like they’re under a poison spell

 

They days ahead are treacherous

For anybody in the path

These wildfires can be lecherous

For the damage do the math

 

So you don’t believe in the Warming?

It’s long past your wake-up time

You’ve received your final warning

In Canada they’re not blind

 

And they dig for dirty oil

In the lands that were pristine

They contaminate the soil

For a wealth that isn’t clean

 

Yourself to Blame

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORRUPTION

 

Yourself to Blame

 

When we get the power back

You will hide your heads in shame

You pushed so hard you’re off the tracks

You’ll have only yourself to blame

 

You took in so much dirty money

You didn’t even try to hide it

It’s no longer even funny

All the billionaires confide it

 

You cooked up a thousand schemes

While taking money from the poor

You’ve destroyed the American dream

While kicking migrants out the door

 

When this chapter finally ends

The world will sigh with great relief

Not a soul will defend

The president who was a thief

 

When you take your final leave

A curse will be upon your name

When it happens you’ll believe

You’ll only have yourself to blame

 

 

American Politics

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

American Politics

 

Politics is not a team sport

Judge Judy is not a real court

When the fate of the nation’s at hand

It should not be a battle of the bands

 

When Tom Paine spoke so beautifully

Of the times that try men’s souls

Among the founders he did foresee

A nation made less than whole

 

By a ruthless man who would want a crown

Who flattered the people with promises

Of course he would let the people down

He doesn’t mean a word that he says

 

When the founders spoke of tyranny

Of enemies within and without

They foresaw the threats to our liberty

They knew there would be doubt

 

There’s so much more at stake

In the election of a head of state

Than just winning for winning’s sake

It foretells the nation’s fate

 

Replacement

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AI

 

Replacement

 

The future is now

You’re freeing the monster that chases you

We don’t know when but we do know how

You are feeding the beast that replaces you

 

It arrived like a stealth in the quick of night

The beast rose up from within

We saw it coming yet we didn’t fight

We did not know how to begin

 

It creeps inside your suspicious mind

It steals your most useful knowledge

It shares it all with one of its kind

You’ve become the entity’s college

 

In the course of time you will stand aside

They will offer you some small token

There is no choice but the rising tide

For the powers that be have spoken

 

It may be too late to hold it back

For the end is within our sight

Before the monsters link in a joint attack

We must offer up a fight

 

For they’ll replace us at the polling place

They’ll replace us at the wall

They’ll replace us with a smiling face

They will replace us in the halls

 

Apology to Spain

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: EUROPE

 

Apology to Spain

 

We apologize to Spain

For our president’s rude demand

Let’s make more than plain

That’s not the people’s stand

 

We value Spanish sovereignty

Her people and her place

Her legacy and dignity

Her balance and her grace

 

We know that Spain will not bow down

To our president’s command

She will proudly stand her ground

She will always lend a hand

 

All of Europe has her back

She will never stand alone

For the Union will not crack

No matter how much he groans

 

He is not the King of the West

Though he may believe he is

As our history will attest

The future is not his

 

(Trump demands an end to

trade with Spain)

 

Reluctant Ally (NATO)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: NATO

 

Reluctant Ally 

 

The alliance is no stronger

Than the weakest of her links

When common purpose is no longer

The alliance slowly sinks

 

We are a grudging ally

A partner from afar

The rules of conduct don’t apply

When this is where we are

 

He rails against all members

Who do not shower him with praise

Every slight he will remember

His fickle mood becomes a craze

 

He pleads for their assistance

In a losing cause of war

When faced with strong resistance

We can hear his hollow roar

 

It comes down to the Strait

He can’t believe it isn’t ours

The alliances must wait

As we recalculate the powers

 

If the US does not lead

The vacuum will be filled

Europe’s working at light speed

With renewed strength of will

 

 

Against Our Own

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Against Our Own

 

Brother have you heard?

The Social Democrats are gaining

We’ve gotten tired of explaining

We are not afraid of words

 

Do not expect perfect purity

It does not exist in government

But if you like your Social Security

It will help you pay the rent

 

Then there’s Medicaid and Medicare

Those ideas are purely socialist

It is nothing less than what is fair

It is not about McCarthy’s list *

 

The Democrats are infamous

For turning on their own

Give a chance and they’ll blame us

They will throw the first stone

 

The old school is out of touch

No one cares about the name

It’s clear the wealthy have too much

The elite have fixed the game

 

If you’d like to take the power back

Unification is required

Spare your own the old attacks

Your arguments are tired

 

* Senator Joseph McCarthy’s

   infamous Black List

 

 

The Klan

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

The Klan

 

The Klan is alive and well

And thriving in D.C.

They’re pounding the Liberty Bell

They are soldiers and police

 

The Klan is in the White House

They are on the White House lawn

Feeling eager and aroused

Awaiting a new dawn

 

An age of white supremacy

The whites hold all the power

An old and well-worn legacy

The light in every tower

 

They’re armed and standing ready

Their commander is the president

They’re holding strong and steady

Their leaders are in residence

 

It’s a battle we must fight again

As long as freedom reigns

We don’t know or when

But the threat is more than plain

 

The Klan is a bold atrocity

A stain on our ideals

A deplorable philosophy

And yet it’s very real

 

America the Bold

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN HISTORY

 

America the Bold

 

Let there be a new America

Like the America of old

The one that landed on the moon

America the bold

 

I remember that America

That shining star of glory

The one that welcomed all aboard

The hero in the story

 

We sailed across the vast blue sea

America the brave

We found a land inhabited

And dug them an early grave

 

But we rose above our travesty

We founded a republic

Embraced the nation’s majesty

The tired, poor and sick

 

We fought our share of wars

For purpose good and bad

America the powerful

The best we’ve ever had

 

We rose to meet our destiny

A nation of all kinds

Together we were meant to be

A nation color blind

 

We’ll find our way back home again

America’s been sold

The greatest we have ever been

America the bold

 

America the Gold

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICA

 

America the Gold

 

A Golden Ballroom for the rich

The massive crypto currency grift

An arch of triumph to his glory

A total rewrite of the nation’s story

 

This is not America

This is something sick and strange

This is not America

The very concept is deranged

 

A war for Netanyahu

It was supposed to last a week

Pretending that a lie is true

The prospects growing bleak

 

This is not America

It wears a thin façade

This is not America

The man thinks he’s a god

 

The killing of the daily news

The tampering with elections

Denial of the right to choose

Obfuscation and deflection

 

This is not America

More like a third-world nation

This is not America

It’s a criminal organization

 

 

Two-hundred Fifty Years

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICA

 

Two-hundred Fifty Years

 

Founded on the fundamental right

Of democratic representation

The noble cause was worth the fight

It was the birth of a great nation

 

The best of our founders knew

That our nation would have to evolve

As our land expanded and grew

There were problems we had to solve

 

We enshrined our basic rights

We extended them to all

Our promise became our might

As the people answered our call

 

We stood for common decency

Though atrocities did go down

We acknowledge our tainted history

We’ve improved the founders’ ground

 

We fought a war for freedom

We fought a war to free the slaves

We fought Hitler and we beat him

We built on the founders’ graves

 

We know well the fight goes on

We accept that it will not end

We will fight against all wrong

And our freedoms we’ll defend

 

For America is our nation

It belongs to each and every one

We are built on immigration

Equal rights under the sun

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY USA!

 

The Socialist

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

The Socialist

 

The socialists are winning

Across the eastern states

Uncle Bernie is still grinning

Ain’t America great?

 

It used to be a dirty word

Like anarchist and commie scum

The dirtiest of dirty birds

All socialists were commie bums

 

Now it seems the world has changed

Blame it on the universities

The established order is estranged

They have overcome adversity

 

Now they’re winning in the east

But can they rise up in the west?

Will the old appeal decrease?

It is time to face the test

 

With independence on the rise

The major parties in decline

The working folks are getting wise

The social manifest is fine

 

Heat Wave over Europe

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Heat Wave over Europe

 

They are wearing white in Italy

They are seeking relief in France

They are finding refuge in the sea

It’s the end of a tragic romance

 

The warming hits them harder

Than most of the deniers

They helped write the warming charter

As they foresaw a world on fire

 

They are suffering in Berlin

As thunder shakes the ground

The zealots are blaming sin

As their greens are turning brown

 

The Germans see the future

The French and Spanish too

It is a vision we have nurtured

By pretending it is not true

 

The future comes a calling

In a wave of stifling heat

All the records will be falling

As we surrender in defeat

 

We have a common enemy

Yet we fight against ourselves

The monster storms, the rising seas

We have created our own hell