Showing posts with label Tariffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tariffs. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2025

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

 

 

Thursday, May 15, 2025

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?

 


Sunday, May 04, 2025

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