War Crimes

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

War Crimes

 

War crimes are as old as war itself

 

The Revolutionary War

  The Sullivan Expedition

 

The Civil War

  Sherman’s March to the Sea

 

Civil wars are never civil

 

The Indian Wars

  The Trail of Tears

    Wounded Knee

      The Sand Creek Massacre

 

Nits make fleas

 

WWI

  Pillage and Plunder

 

To the victor goes the spoils

 

WWII

  The bombing of Dresden

    Internment of the Japanese

      Nagasaki / Hiroshima

        The Nuremberg Trials

 

War is hell

 

Korean War

  No Gun Ri Massacre

 

Vietnam

  My Lai Massacre

    Carpet bombing

      Free fire zones

 

Asians don’t value life as we do

 

The Gulf War

  Radioactive munitions

    Gulf War Syndrome

 

Iraq War / War on Terror

  Abu Ghraib

 

The Narco Terror War

  Extrajudicial execution

    No survivors

 

Where there is war

There are war crimes

War itself is a crime against humanity

 

 

Hypocritical Oath

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VENEZUELA

 

Hypocritical Oath

 

There is no Cartel of the Sun

It is only a figure of speech

Until this nasty business is done

Maduro is beyond their reach

 

The real leader of a Narco State

The former president of Honduras

Will help make America great

The convicted Juan Hernandez

 

What did he promise our president

In exchange for a blanket pardon?

Money given or money lent

Or a plush Honduran garden?

 

He doesn’t care about democracy

It’s all about the bottom line

He flaunts his crude hypocrisy

And declares that all is fine

 

Maduro sees what’s going on

He needs to strike a deal

It’s not about what’s right or wrong

His wounded pride will heal

 

Our president needs a victory

Any foreign war will do

He doesn’t need our sympathy

And doesn’t care what’s true

 

Wag the Dog (Venezuela)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LATIN AMERICA

 

Wag the Dog (Venezuela)

 

What do presidents do

When the bottom drops out?

When they’ve already lost one shoe

And there’s little left but doubt?

 

They start a war with paper tiger

Someone that doesn’t have a chance

Someone who will not push it higher

But will show up for the dance

 

It seems Maduro fits the bill

He’s well known as a bad guy

If we don’t get him someone will

We’ll frame him with a lie

 

Just like we did in Vietnam

The Gulf of Tonkin Resolution

We don’t really give a damn

But we’ll make it a solution

 

The problem is it never works

The people will strike back

The invaders are always seen as jerks

When a foreign force attacks

 

It didn’t work in Vietnam

In Afghanistan or Iraq

The people sense a phony scam

Like a rabbit smells a hawk

 

BBC V. Donald Trump

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

  

BBC V. Donald Trump

 

The Donald took his shakedown

Across the Atlantic Sea

But his vengeance cruise ran aground

When he faced the BBC

 

We all watched as it went down

A clear attempt at a violent coup

Their report* was on solid ground

Though the Donald’s rage but grew

 

He challenged an angry mob

To assault the people’s house

He proclaimed revenge as his job

Whipped them up til they were roused

 

He told them he would lead them

Like a commander leads an attack

In the end he’d only bleed them

Before he finally walked it back

 

The man was guilty as bloody hell

The BBC should stand its ground

The day the republic almost fell

Their report was fully sound

 

* BBC report on January 6^th

Orban the Despotic

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Orban the Despotic

 

Victor Orban and Donald Trump

The despot and the wannabe

When Orban yells his people jump

The dream the Donald dreams

 

There is no opposition

He puts them all in jail

He believes in superstitions

Orban the Great can never fail

 

They share an admiration

For the empires of old

They’d love to lead their nations

In thrones of purest gold

 

They subvert their constitutions

With every kind of measure

Like destroying institutions

That expose their dirty pleasures

 

Orban should go back home

We don’t need his tactics here

Your final days will come

We pray those days are near

 

 

War with Venezuela

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LATIN AMERICA

 

War with Venezuela

 

We’re preparing for war with Venezuela

On the pretense of Narco Terror

Like the Russians invading Australia

The debt belongs to the bearer

 

What fool dreamed up this adventure?

Bush’s folly was not enough

Is this how the man derives pleasure?

By proving he’s bold and tough

 

Just as Putin did in Ukraine

The US will go it alone

An invasion that drags on in vain

An occupation in the American zone

 

Turn back before it’s too late

Like Bush you will stumble and lose

You wanted to show yourself great

Instead you will pay your dues

 

Like Nam, Iraq and Afghanistan

You’ll go down in a flurry of flames

Just another imperialist plan

That forever degrades our name

 

Let’s pretend you’re still a peacemaker

Let’s pretend you don’t want war

You’re a giver not a taker

You can find the other shore

 

The Illusionist

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

 

The Illusionist

 

He creates a stunning façade

All that glitters is not gold

He perceives himself a god

His magic sparkling and bold

 

He vanquished part of the White House

Gone in rubble and dust

He will stage a spectacular roust

Shazam! There goes all trust!

 

But the Gaza destruction goes on

The wars he stopped were never there

Putin still strings him along

And the markets are chasing the bear

 

He instigates violence in the cities

He creates an illusion of order

The illusion is quick and pretty

He should use it on the southern border

 

He pretends that everything’s grand

He celebrates before it’s done

Have a party, strike up the band

Once again the king has won

 

But all he’s done is not real

He just spins his webs of illusion

A toss of the great spinning wheel

When he’s done there’s mass confusion

 

Trashing the White House

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Trashing the White House

 

He’s trashed part of the White House

For a big and gilded ballroom

We’re all quiet as a mouse

As he destroys the nation’s heirloom

 

The destruction of antiquities

As bad as it may seem

Is nothing to the liquidity

Of the great American dream

 

The constitution is imperiled

The world’s order is in danger

The White House has gone feral

All our friends are now strangers

 

So he’s tearing the West Wing down

Like it’s a condo on the beach

All in service to his crown

There is little beyond his reach

 

He’s closing in on Mount Rushmore

What a conquest that would be

A golden bust that he’ll adore

Large enough for all to see

 

All the strongmen will agree

He’s the greatest show in town

For a modest if tainted fee

You can break the White House down

 

 

Corruption in DC

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Corruption

 

The White House is for sale

It really isn’t a mystery

He’ll put your enemies in jail

The most corrupt in history

 

Twenty billion for a crypto fraud

From the United Arab Emirates

If you own his crypto applaud

If you don’t you will not benefit

 

Twenty billion for rightwing dictator

Argentina’s Javier Milei

To circumvent the liquidator

So that he might survive the day

 

A new golf course in Indonesia

What will they get for that?

Do the people have amnesia?

Do they forget they smelled a rat?

 

The most corrupt presidency ever

That includes the Teapot Dome

Kaching! Just pull the lever

The chief will guide you home

 

The Insurrection Act

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The Insurrection Act

 

The nation’s leading insurrectionist

The only one we’ve seen in fact

A closet segregationist

Invokes the Insurrection Act

 

The irony is beyond rich

The train runs off the tracks

He’ll run it straight into a ditch

Invoke the Insurrection Act

 

We’re on the road to disaster

Once there there’s no way back

All because our great white master

Invokes the Insurrection Act

 

He regards us all as slaves

Living in our rundown shacks

It will haunt us to our graves

When he invokes The Act

 

We will live under his rule

We will have lost all our rights

The oppression will be cruel

It is not too late to fight

 

The Enemy Within

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Enemy Within

 

He’s told you where he stands

He paints it red white and blue

Our democracy be damned

What he says is what you do

If your light is getting dim

If you voice your point of view

If you disapprove of him

If you claim it isn’t true

You are the enemy within

 

Take it for what it’s worth

He expects you to comply

Or he will mark you with a curse

He doesn’t need to tell you why

He’s anointed by his birth

All his enemies should die

All his friends must always win

If you dare to call his lies

You are the enemy within

 

He puts our cities under siege

He demands our loyalty

He uses soldiers as police

Brutal ways and violent means

The right to protest is decreed

Null and void by his liege

The light of liberty grows dim

Unless you wear it on your sleeve

You are the enemy within

 

 

Xi Takes the Lead

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Xi Takes the Lead

 

While America proclaims a hoax

China moves ahead

Making Xi a little more woke

And lessening the dread

Of a climate change denier

Living in the White House

A dirty coal supplier

A deal with Doctor Faust

 

Reducing carbon emissions

In the interest of humankind

Reduces our suspicions

Of what China has in mind

For all our best decisions

Depend on what we find

In the hope of nuclear fission

And the global warming bind

 

As America steps back

The Chinese take the lead

Where science is under attack

All of Europe feels the need

There’s something that we lack

When the whole world plants a seed

While we run off the tracks

In record numbing speed

 

 

What about Epstein?

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: EPSTEIN FILES

 

What about Epstein?

 

You got Ghislaine out of her cell

And into a prisoner’s dream

What was a sentence in hell

Is more like a gentle scream

You discounted the words of prosecutors

And women when they were teens

You’ll talk about most anything

But not about Jefferey Epstein

 

So you fired Kimmel and Colbert

It can’t be so, feels like a dream

The president doesn’t control the air

How could it be? What does it mean?

The sky is gray and the sea is green

And oh yeah, what about Epstein?

 

So much to learn, so little time

It feels like a slow-moving stream

I’ve a longing for the world sublime

But the river is getting mean

You’d like us all to fall in line

To wipe all that history clean

You’ll go your way, I’ll go mine

But what about Jeffery Epstein?