America Stands Alone

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

America Stands Alone

 

The Middle East is on fire

The Strait of Hormuz is closed

We are balancing on a wire

Our president is loathed

 

Betrayed at every turn

Europe goes its own way

When will we ever learn?

This is the price we pay

 

Netanyahu is our only friend

The Israelis tire of his act

We all demand that this war end

Before the next attack

 

Another hundred billion dollars

To be thrown into the flames

The debt keeps growing taller

Just to glorify his name

 

The world has lost its breath

Seems his heart is made of stone

Mass destruction, pointless death

And America stands alone

 

Netanyahu's War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR IN IRAN

 

Netanyahu’s War

 

A billion dollars a day in Netanyahu’s war

The man has gone insane

As he asks for billions more

It’s the Middle East refrain

You can hear the lions roar

You can feel the grief and pain

And we know what lies in store

 

You have sacrificed your cause

The way the Dubya did before you

You have trashed international laws

The economy must have bored you

Now all you had is lost

Nothing will restore you

And we will pay the cost

 

Now boots are on the ground

In a war that never ends

Until a bitter truce is found

Though the wounds will never mend

The whole world hears the sound

On oil we all depend

And the markets will go down

And down and down again

 

Nightmare in Iran

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR IN IRAN

 

Nightmare Scenario

 

We answered the killing of civilians

By killing hundreds more

In a contest of crude reptilians

How should we keep the score?

 

They’ve closed the Strait of Hormuz

To us and all our friends

When you “win” this war you lose

It has no foreseeable end

 

So the price of gas will rise

And economies will fall

As toxins fill the skies

So Netanyahu can stand tall

 

Our alliances are on the block

Our people feel the pain

Our enemies will not talk

Our relationships are strained

 

All because we chose a war

Without a solid plan

We still don’t know what for

We may never understand

 

 

Contempt

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Contempt

 

The president has contempt for democracy

The president has contempt

The president has contempt for

Freedom of speech

Freedom of the press

Freedom of thought

Freedom of expression

 

The president has contempt

For the right to vote

For the right to dissent

The right to gather in protest

The right to write and publish

The president has contempt

 

The president loves autocracies

Where no one asks questions

Where the leader’s word is gold

Where the opposition is oppressed

Where activists are jailed

Where protestors are shot

Where the people bow before him

Where judges are compliant

Where the people have no voice

 

The president has contempt

For all that we hold dear

Freedom, independence, individuality

The right to be ourselves

 

 

The Lies of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

One Lie after Another

 

They were going to hit us so we hit first

They had neither capacity nor plan

Netanyahu’s plan is an avenger’s curse

So we went along to show we can

 

They were weeks away from a nuke

They were years away by all accounts

Months ago you gave your rebuke

Warheads they could not mount

 

We did it to secure the oil supply

The supply was already secured

Securing oil is a well-worn lie

We need not be assured

 

The Ayatollah was insane

But it was Putin who bombed Ukraine

Bombing civilians without restraint

Your ambitions are very plain

 

Iran was a broken nation

Long before these attacks began

There was no contemplation

Of attacking any other land

 

We want peace in the Middle East

Yet you have started forever war

The Ayatollah is deceased

But you’ve opened Pandora’s door

 

 

Demolition Man

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

 

Demolition Man

 

I am the Great Destroyer

I will lay your lands to waste

I have a thousand crooked lawyers

Just begging to take the case

 

I’ll take your country down

I don’t care how many die

I’ll shake the very ground

On which your families lie

 

Don’t tell me I can’t do it

By God I can and will

Watch! There’s nothing to it

How many can I kill?

 

Before my reign is done

The world will be a wasteland

The gods of war are stunned

When they peek at what I’ve planned

 

Give me more guns and treasure

Whole mountains will explode

They are living at my pleasure

They are following my road

 

It is the road to devastation

There’s no mercy to be had

Until they bow in subjugation

Their demise is ironclad

 

For I am the Demolition Man

No soul could take my place

I am your Retribution Man

I will demolish time and space

 

Woe (Horrors of War)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

Woe (Horrors of War)

 

People of Israel

Look at what you have unleashed

A world of sorrow hate and grief

What horrors will unfold

 

People of America

Look at what you have enabled

A globe perpetually unstable

All progress is on hold

 

People of Iran

We’re sorry for your tragic state

A world in chaos is your fate

It is a world of woe

 

People of Iraq

What lessons have we learned?

Play with fire, you will get burned

The story has been told

 

People of the world

Hunker down and hold in place

The consequences we will face

This arrogance grows old

 

There are no words of comfort

There are only prayers for peace

Like a flower in the dusty earth

We will hope for war’s defeat

 

 

King of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

King of War

 

They wouldn’t make me King of Peace

So I’ll be the King of War

Like Vladimir I’ll be the beast

Listen!  Hear me roar!

 

I’ll start off in the Middle East

No one’s done that before

You would not make me King of Peace

So I’ll be the King of War

 

Let’s have a war for Mexico

They haven’t done enough

From Chiapas down to Jalisco

Do not think that it’s a bluff

 

Ask Maduro in Caracas

What he thinks of me now

He went down without a fuss

All he could say was Wow!

 

Cuba’s just across the lake

No one likes them anyway

That would be a piece of cake

The avenger’s on his way

 

Next we’ll conquer Canada

They wouldn’t dare resist

Just like that war in Gren-ada

Let’s put them on the list

 

You all know what’s coming next

Greenland will be mine

It won’t even be complex

We’ll take them by design

 

They’ll all say I’m an awful man

But it wasn’t what I wanted

War was never in my plan

But now my house is haunted

 

War with Iran

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN

 

Iran War

 

“We wanted help.  We did not want bombs.”

 

Bishop Desmond Tutu

 

Of all the lame things this president has done

War with Iran is the topper of them all

He thinks because we’re bigger, we’ve got

  them on the run

But this is the sound of a desperation call

 

This is not some childish game

Where you remove them from the board

Deflect all sense of blame

And sound the victory chord

 

When you destroy the heads of state

You are left with mass disruption

You’ve condemned them to a fate

Of upheaval and corruption

 

Is that what you had in mind

When you declared yourself supreme?

Your policies are rank and blind

You philosophy is extreme

 

Iran is your last stand

At least let’s hope that is the case

What other horrors have you planned?

What other nightmares have you chased?

 

 

Things to Do

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Things to Do

 

Destroy democracy

Make greed good again

Embrace the bold autocracies

Lower women and raise up men

 

Tear down the East Wing

Design a golden ballroom

Put voters on a string

Proclaim a day of doom

 

Deport a million dark skins

Replace the sun with coal

Make sure the white guys win

Ban the daily Gallup poll

 

Rename the Kennedy Center

If they protest close it down

Make sure there are no mentors

Who are not to MAGA bound

 

Hijack an oil tanker

Deliver a nuclear threat

Sign up a virtual banker

Erase the family debt

 

Buy another Nobel Prize

Make Greenland our dependent

Replace the truth with blatant lies

Make the filthy rich ascendant

 

 

Luminaries of Peace

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Luminaries of Peace

 

Never has there been

Such a luminous group of men

Dedicated to the cause of peace

From Pakistan to the Middle East

 

They’ve all put up a stake

A pact they’ve promised not to break

From Hungary’s Orban

To Mohammed bin Salman

And Turkey’s infamous Erdogan

From Pakistan’s Zardari to Javier Milei

They take their parts in Donald’s play

 

Did I mention Subianto?

There may be others we don’t know

The notorious MBZ

And bin Hamad the Qatari

And oh yes, Netanyahu

Who has yet to pay his dues

All gather around their chair

The heavyweight with golden hair

 

He is seated in perpetuity

To collect his grand annuities

As he greets them at the door

They will put an end to war

 

 

Trump’s Board of Peace:

Javier Milei, Argentina

Viktor Orban, Hungary

Prabowo Subianto, Indonesia

Asif Ali Zardari, Pakistan

Mohammed bin Salman, Saudi Arabia

Recep Erdogan, Turkey

Mohamed bin Zayed (MBZ), UAE

Tamom bin Hamad, Qatar

Benjamin Netanyahu, Israel

 

Cowards

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Cowards

 

The Speaker of the House

A once revered position

Cowers like a timid mouse

Defending treason and sedition

 

The party of corporate greed

Taking profits for themselves

While the constitution bleeds

They’ve got seats reserved in hell

 

The wicked wealthy oligarchs

Who paid for influence and power

May your kingdoms fall apart

May there come a reckoning hour

 

The corrupted Court Supreme

They’ve tossed away their dignity

While their hands were never clean

They are now the court of infamy

 

The party of the opposition

Where is your urgency of now?

If we were in your position

We would never bend or bow

 

Now’s the time to rise as one

Join the people in the streets

Now is your moment in the sun

Get off your bum and on your feet

 

Seize the moment and the day

I’m not advocating violence

We all have our parts to play

Do not squander it in silence

 

The Peace Board

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

The Peace Board

 

In the biggest fraud ever created

Even greater than his word

The truth cannot be overstated

The Peace Board is absurd

 

A billion dollars will buy your ticket

To sit on the board forever

They will tell you where to stick it

If you challenge their endeavors

 

The Don will lead his empire

With a throne and crown of gold

His reign will be the rule of fire

And Greenland will be sold

 

The Nobel Prize is his at last

In exchange he won’t bomb Norway

He’ll build a castle out of glass

And he’ll greet you at the doorway

 

All the world will bend the knee

A humble tribute to his glory

The greatest man you’ve ever seen

His sons will write the story

 

 

Consolidation of Power

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Consolidation of Power

 

The autocrat’s quest for power

Requires consent of the masses

Not just the elite in their ivory towers

But the middle and lower classes

 

His push to take the hemisphere

A far cry from America first

Has the world trembling with fear

It has made our security worse

 

We all know he wants to be king

The crown of a royal empire

He would do almost anything

He would set the sky on fire

 

But he cannot achieve it alone

The people must line up behind him

While his ambitions have only grown

The opposition will confine him

 

This remains a true democracy

As long as the people hold

There will be no gilded autocracy

For the people will not be sold