No More Tears

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

No More Tears

 

A torrent of rain

So many people dead

From Gaza to Ukraine

No more tears to shed

 

The wars keep raging on

More hatred being bred

The fire in Hong Kong

No more tears to shed

 

The unsheltered army grows

The hungry are not fed

No jackets or warm clothes

No more tears to shed

 

A murder in the capitol

Our strength is being bled

Our promises grow cold

There’s no more tears to shed

 

The retribution tour

The sky is turning red

A smell like a sewer

We’ve no more tears to shed

 

We’re tired and we’re old

The end is drawing near

Our rights are being sold

But we have no more tears

 

 

Pity the Poor (On Thanksgiving)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POVERTY

 

Pity the Poor

 

Pity the man who has no bread

Pity the child who is not fed

Pity the stranger against the wall

Have pity for us one and all

 

We live our lives in desperation

Never knowing what it’s for

The poor within a wealthy nation

Pounding at the rich man’s door

 

We are the homeless in the city

We’ve lost our families long ago

We live on kindness and on pity

We’ve suffered every kind of blow

 

We rise up each and every day

We do what we must do

Try to find a place to stay

Before the day is through

 

Pity the poor who have no say

Pity the one who feels the pain

Pity the ones who’ve gone astray

Pity the ones who feel the strain

 

We don’t want your pity

We want a helping hand

We live in every town and city

We’d like you all to understand

 

 

Congo Mining Disaster

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Congo Mining Disaster

 

Desperation breeds carelessness

Carelessness yields death

The Congo is a wilderness

Where the people hold their breath

 

A hundred people died today

In a crudely dug gold mine

The Congolese have little say

They’re stuck with what they find

 

A nation torn in civil war

Devoid of law and order

Arms are given to the poor

To defend a crooked border

 

The people live in poverty

They have no honest choice

They lack a true democracy

They have no honest voice

 

Violence is their only means

Of getting what they need

Poverty is what they’ve seen

A land of corporate greed

 

So miners go beneath the ground

To dig for precious gold

The mines are neither strong nor sound

In time they will not hold

 

A hundred people die today

A hundred more tomorrow

Until there is another way

The Congo lives in sorrow

 

 

Lowering Crime in New Orleans

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Lowering Crime in New Orleans

 

The murder rate is down

Violent crime? The same

Crime is lower all around

There’s no one left to blame

 

How did this miracle happen?

Did they summon the National Guard?

It happened in the way back when

Katrina slammed N’Orleans hard

 

The poor folk of the Big Easy

Were scattered far and wide

Few returned to their poverty

Their old haunts were gentrified

 

The Guard was never needed

They spread the crime around

A new way of life was seeded

And planted on higher ground

 

So if you want to change your city

Let New Orleans show the way

Just reinvent it nice and pretty

Let the wealthy come to play

 

Round up all the poor folks

And scatter them around

Laugh like it’s a private joke

Reinvigorate your town

 

 

True History (revisited)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUE HISTORY

 

True History (revisited)

 

Let’s replace true history

With a tale of American heroism

There isn’t any mystery

But a lot of phony mysticism

 

There were no civilized tribes

When the explorers crossed the sea

There never was a genocide

We let the natives be

 

The Africans were valued guests

They were never made to serve

Their lives were comforting and blessed

They got what they deserved

 

The internment of the Japanese

Was meant to keep them safe

Most of them were very pleased

They learned to know their place

 

Civil Rights came and went

But nothing really changed

All our rights were heaven sent

The protests are deranged

 

America is always right

We’ve never lost a war

We are the keepers of the light

We always lift the poor

 

(Trump orders a reorganization of

the Smithsonian to reflect his image

of American greatness.)

 

A Pope for the Masses

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POPE FRANCIS

 

A Pope for the Masses

 

The leader of an ancient church

A conscience to humankind

In humble heart we held him first

A unity of heart and mind

 

He opened up the pearly gates

When once those gates were chained

He criticized both church and state

Though his kindness never waned

 

His words spoke to all of us

The wicked, poor and feeble

He understood desire and lust

He drove a stake through evil

 

He spoke to all the masses

The hopeless and oppressed

The rich and lower classes

Every one of us was blessed

 

We’ll never see his like again

Of that we can be certain

To every soul he was a friend

He carried a heavy burden

 

(On the death of Pope Francis,

may he rest in peace.)

Global Challenge

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

Global Challenge

 

We have lost Venezuela

The Bolivarian promise is dead

Nicolas Maduro doesn’t care

As long as his treasure chest is fed

It will require many years

To unbreed what he has bred

To take the long road back again

To where Hugo Chavez led

 

 

We are challenged in Columbia

From Brazil to Ecuador

Throughout the world the battle rages

For the workers and the poor

A fight for dignity and wages

Just to even up the score

A battle for the ages

To fight back El Dictador

 

The oligarchs and billionaires

The monopolies and corporations

Are undermining governments

Taking over sovereign nations

In a fight that’s never-ending

The goal remains the same

Defending our democracies

In more than just a name

Spirits of Christmas

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Spirits of Christmas

 

The spirit of Christmas is giving

We celebrate with revelry

As long as we are living

We will decorate our tree

 

Unless of course we’re homeless

Or destitute and poor

Cursed with desperate loneliness

Then Christmas is no more

 

A holiday of majesty

A time of grace and cheer

Good fortune turns to tragedy

Our wonders turn to fear

 

So let us all be grateful

For the bounty we can share

As we enjoy our plateful

Let all know that we care

 

For the spirits are alive

Every day and every year

The giving spirit thrives

In all that we hold dear

 

Moving the Homeless

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: HOMELESSNESS

Moving the Homeless

 

It doesn’t matter whether you call them

The unhoused, homeless or unsheltered

The unhoused are homeless

The homeless have no shelter

 

The homeless have always been

As long as the river runs

As long as the sun rises in the east

During the Great Depression

The homeless lived in Hoovervilles

Or followed the rails in hobo camps

There were soup kitchens for the poor

There were shelters from the storm

When times got rough in one place

The cops moved them along

The railroad bulls beat them

Catch em if you can

 

We’ve come a long way since then

But the homeless are still here

In ever increasing numbers

They camped in parks until the rangers

Came around to push them out

They camped by the riverside until

The river cops pushed them out

They camped on the streets until

The street cops pushed them out

 

I don’t know what the solution is

But pushing the homeless from one

Camp to another is not an answer

It’s just a way of avoiding the question

We have a right to expect some service

Of all individuals – even the homeless –

In exchange, individuals have a right to

Expect fulfillment of basic needs

Including food and shelter