A New Dawn

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICA

 

A New Dawn

 

A wave of optimism

Has swept across the land

We have closed the great schism

That was created by one man

 

It’s a new dawn

It’s a new day

The morning finally comes

It’s a new song

It’s a new way

Wave the flag and bang the drum

 

The way of war and terror

Is fading into black

The greed and vengeful era

Let’s hope it’s never coming back

 

It’s a new dawn

It’s a new day

The age of the grift is gone

It was so wrong

Now it’s pay day

It’s the end of the reign of Don

 

The nation’s nightmare ends

The dream has just begun

We’ve overcome ourselves again

The side of right has won

 

 

The Wave

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The Wave

 

A wave as blue as a clear blue sky

As vast as the ocean blue

A wave that leaves them wondering why

The wave we wished came true

 

The early returns were promising

Virginia and South Carolina

The forecast calls for a senate swing

The prospects could not be finer

 

It rolled from east to west

From Atlanta to Chicago

Ohio was the first great test

The night the blue wave rolled

 

Austin Texas here we come

The greatest hope will rise

The preacher and the crooked bum

Let’s hear the alibis

 

California to Alaska

Colorado to Lake Michigan

The wave is rolling faster

The opposition party has won

 

Now the work begins

He is still the president

It is not enough to win

But the message has been sent

 

The Swamp

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

The Swamp

 

He promised to drain the swamp

It turns out he didn’t mean it

He was too busy reading Mein Kamph

He did not intend to clean it

 

He is the swamp creature

He brought the grift and the con

His presidency has featured

Corruption from dusk to dawn

 

He has tried to bribe whole nations

Bending leaders to his will

From contracts for deportation

To weapons that boost the kill

 

In two hundred and fifty years

No one has taken more

The more we see, the more it appears

They’re renting the White House doors

 

If you think this is the norm

You had better reconsider

Through every crisis and every storm

They will sell to the highest bidder

 

Ilhan Omar (The Persecution)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POLICE STATE

 

Ilhan Omar (The Persecution)

 

It begins with a member of congress

Representative Ilhan Omar

As the ACLU will surely attest

The gestapo has gone too far

 

If they can target her then no one is safe

Their poison goes to the heart

It proceeds directly from the head of state

Vengeance as a work of art

 

It’s clear these people have no shame

Common decency escapes them

They want and need someone to blame

We hope the people forsake them

 

It’s true they came for the Muslims first

Who else is on their enemies list?

The immigrants have felt their curse

And they’ve taken aim at journalists

 

If you dare oppose their insolence

They will haul you into court

They’ll harass you til your money’s spent

They’ll push you to your last resort

 

What they have done is a disgrace

To the office and the nation

There is no chance of saving face

There can be no salvation

 

The Sprawling War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

The Sprawling War

 

This is the harm one man can do

Given a position of power

Pushed into war by Netanyahu

We are in the twilight hour

 

Egypt enters the sprawling war

Yemen is the bleeding ground

No one knows what’s next in store

The Israelis are unbound

 

There is no rhyme or reason

To restrain this raging violence

We’ve proclaimed the warring season

Every side must take offense

 

Across the world the madman rages

With America in the fold

It spreads and sprawls in stages

It seems Putin is growing bold

 

And Trump is playing Dangerfield *

He is getting no respect

With all the weapons he could wield

At best he feels neglect

 

It seems the wars will never end

But certainly they must

Peace is coming round the bend

Let’s rebuild a sense of trust

 

* Comedian Rodney Dangerfield  

No Kings Today

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

No Kings Today

 

No kings today

No kings tomorrow

We remember the date *

It still lives in sorrow

 

You began your reign

Proclaiming blood and gore

You sounded insane

Any you promised no war

 

You were lying then

Just like you’re lying now

It will come to an end

On the day of the Tao

 

We don’t want your war

We don’t want your inflation

We are keeping score

How you’re screwing the nation

 

You don’t want a congress

As a check on your power

Even friends will confess

You’re alone in your tower

 

You don’t want to be king

You want to be even greater

You want angels to sing

But that will come later

 

We will take down your throne

And your statues of gold

You’ll be all on your own

When we take what you stole

 

* January 20, 2017

 

Blood on their Hands

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

 

Blood on their Hands

 

Trump expressed his disdain

Elon Musk delivered the blow

Severing Starlink from Ukraine

Without letting Zelensky know

 

Missiles landed without warning

Smashing buildings, taking lives

Kiev awakened in the morning

Not knowing how, who or why

 

Musk controls the technology

To turn the tide of war

As he pushes his dark psychology

Give the wealthy ever more

 

What they’re saying by their actions

Is that they like the Russian side

Splitting NATO into factions

Letting people know they lied

 

So now it’s Europe and Ukraine

Against the allied autocrats

The world has gone insane

And NATO smells a rat

 

While they play their morbid games

All of us should understand

To their everlasting shame

The have blood on their hands

 

Nobel

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP

 

Nobel

 

He wants the Nobel Prize

For blowing up the Middle East

For promulgating baldfaced lies

And coddling the Russian beast

 

Is the world a better place?

More peaceful or more prosperous?

His reign is a disgrace

His foreign policy is monstrous

 

Still he wants the Nobel Prize

To seal his place in history

The world will long despise

This mystifying mystery

 

How a man of low morality

Low intellect and grace

A man of infinite banality

Rose up to this high place

 

His greatest virtue is greed

He lacks all curiosity

A man who does not read

Whose taste is a monstrosity

 

And yet he has the power

To cause a dozen wars

The bravest men will cower

If he threatens to do much more

 

 

The Fight for Democracy

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

The Fight

 

The fight does not end November 3^rd

In fact it only begins

If you haven’t heard, spread the word

The losing side may win

 

When a man’s in love with power

He will not let it go

He will barricade his tower

And watch it all unfold

 

He will declare election fraud

Just like he has before

He’ll proclaim the word of God

And call his troops to war

 

What happens next we do not know

Will they take it to the streets?

Will we absorb another blow?

Will we yield to defeat?

 

Our republic is in jeopardy

If we do not put them down

They would make us out the enemy

And plant us in the ground

 

A New Leader in Ukraine

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

 

A New Leader in Ukraine

 

Our president wants a new leader

To handle business in Ukraine

The man who’s never been a reader

Should think twice or refrain

 

While Zelensky stands a thousand tests

Of his mettle and endurance

Trump cries foul and beats his chest

As he offers no assurance

 

He wants Ukraine to pay the price

For the foolish war he started

He wants Zelensky to be nice

All prior acts disregarded

 

It is as clear as it has always been

That Trump is on the other side

Vladimir Putin is his friend

Despite all the times he’s lied

 

We’re trying hard not to see

A cold and harsh reality

Putin helped elect this man

That explains his crude demand

 

A new election in Ukraine?

While the bombs and missiles fly?

Even you must feel the strain

Of sustaining all your lies

 

Pay for Play

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORRUPTION

 

Pay for Play

 

He takes gold for considerations

An end to foreign tariffs

Exemptions for preferential nations

You have got to pay the sheriff

 

Gold encrusted diamond rings

A suitcase filled with cash

Gilded treasures for the king

An invitation to the bash

 

If you’d like to make a deal

You’ve got to pay for his attention

To make a strong appeal

There are things we cannot mention

 

For a modest seven figures

He’ll open up the White House doors

If you’d like to use his signature

It may cost a little more

 

It’s pay to play for two more years

Get it while you can

The end of days is drawing near

It’s time to make your brand

 

Corrupt? It’s just a word

That’s how it’s always done

No matter what you’ve heard

It’s been a helluva run

 

Russia V. NATO

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: NATO

 

Russia Versus NATO

 

As Russia threatens Europe’s land

The question will arise

Will America back the NATO ban

When missiles start to fly?

 

It is a simple question

That doesn’t have a simple answer

Has our leader learned a lesson

Or will he just engage in banter?

 

Would the US be expelled

From the free world’s great alliance?

When it’s clear that we have failed

In an act of pure defiance

 

An attack on one is an attack on all

So it says in Article Five

Will America be the first to fall

From the wall of the allied?

 

Putin seems determined

To test our strength of will

The Polish, French and Germans

Are feeling America’s chill

 

The world would realign

With the absence of our force

The future would unwind

On a strained and different course

 

 

The Marker

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORRUPTION

 

The Marker

 

When a mob boss gives you something

Like a yacht on the Baltic Sea

A ruby necklace or a diamond ring

You can bet it isn’t free

 

He’s gonna call your marker

He’s going to call it soon

Just like a circus barker

He’s gonna play your tune

 

Elon gave a half a bill

To put you in the White House

But when he came to do his will

All his dreams were doused

 

He’s gonna call your marker

He’s going to call it soon

Just like a circus barker

He’s gonna play your tune

 

Putin gave you treasures

That no one really knows

Were there illicit pleasures

That the Epstein files would show?

 

He’s gonna call your marker

He’s going to call it soon

Just like a circus barker

He’s gonna play your tune

 

When the crypto kings came calling

When they gave you just a taste

The competition started falling

You changed your mind in haste

 

They’re gonna call your marker

They’re going to call it soon

Just like a circus barker

They’re gonna play your tune

 

Bravo Mark Carney!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CANADA

 

Bravo Mark Carney

 

Prime Minister Mark Carney

Stood tall and strong in the Hague

He declared his case for liberty

On the biggest European stage

 

The United States under Donald Trump

Has betrayed our closest allies

He faced a choice to take the lumps

Or to be stronger, smarter, wise

 

His word were proudly spoken

Of common principles and foundations

He spoke of his true devotion

To his people and his nation

 

Our president may forsake it

But he has pushed them to this act

Now he’ll have to grin and take it

Or accelerate his attack

 

Canada will stand up strong

They have given us fair warning

They’ve put up with him far too long

Now we awaken to a new morning

 

It’s the only way to deal with him

The biggest bully on the block

Rise up and his light will dim

He is running out the clock