Around the World

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  THE RESISTANCE

 

Around the World

 

We’re pulling troops from Germany

We’ve putting them in Poland

Berlin becomes our frenemy

Greenland becomes our No Land

 

Putin follows Trump to Beijing

They’re losing their respective wars

Britain travels on our wing

We still don’t know what for

 

The King addressed our Commons House

He set our leaders straight

The opposition party was aroused

You can’t lead this world with hate

 

Our president goes back on attack

Now he wants two billion bucks

Republicans at last push back

This time he’s out of luck

 

The ever-shifting goals of war

Are looking worse and worse

We’d like it like it was before

We’ve heard the people curse

 

The Pope is speaking out for peace

Our president is incensed

He wouldn’t give the Pope a feast

His patience has been spent

 

The world is standing up as one

For peace and human rights

This reign of horrors must be done

It’s time to stand and fight

 

 

Demolition Man (Modi)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Demolition Man *

 

The demolition man

Is doing all he can

To reach the unreachable

To touch the untouchables

To send them all away

Where they’ll go he can’t say

Anywhere but here

He’ll drive them out with fear

He will not let them stand

He’s the demolition man

 

He has made his decision

They do not share his religion

They stand out in opposition

He offers nothing but derision

He destroys where they live

They have nothing left to give

They are not worth freeing

They’re less than human beings

Send them off to Pakistan

He’s the demolition man

 

He is racist to the core

He’s not afraid of civil war

But the people are afraid

Of the evil plans he’s made

They see him and his friends

Pushing hard until they bend

This is not how it should be

At last the truth they see

They will stop him if they can

He’s the demolition man

 

* Narendra Modi of India

 

Starmer V. Farage

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: BRITAIN

 

Starmer V. Farage

 

Farage won this round

But the battle is not done

The European side is down

But the war has not been won

 

Starmer will hold steady

In a parliament of many

The old guard is not ready

To change the euro for the penny

 

Two opposing parties is insufficient

To express the people’s will

The entire system is deficient

Like a mountain for a hill

 

The young will push ahead

The old will fade away

A reunion will be bred

They’ll regret the day they strayed

 

The party leader may be new

Yet the cause remains the same

Britain yearns for Europe too

In something more than just a name

 

A New Britain

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: BRITAIN

 

A New Britain

 

The duopoly is breaking down

Great Britain will survive

Other parties have staked their ground

A multiparty system will thrive

 

Reform is the biggest winner

The Labour party is the loser

They’ve defeated all the sinners

And made Starmer out a boozer

 

Their democracy will endure

Though it may take a different form

Parliamentary to be sure

Without the two-party scorn

 

It’s hard times for those in power

With inflation and the rest

If you are in the ivory tower

You did not pass the test

 

Will the change be everlasting?

No one really knows for sure

The system may have need blasting

As a farmer needs fresh manure

 

Defending Democracy (Again)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DEMOCRACY

 

Defending Democracy (Again)

 

Now is the time to marshal defense

Of our democratic institutions

Our waiting time is nearly spent

We have offered our solutions

 

Our enemies are on the offense

Their attacks are neverending

We all know what is meant

By the money that they’re spending

 

We feel it at the ballot box

They want your papers please

The basic right to vote is blocked

Registration rolls are seized

 

Soldiers at the voting sites

Insurrectionists in the fold

A bold denial of our rights

The excuses have grown old

 

If we’d like to stop the steal

We must rally to the cause

These attacks are very real

We can’t depend on the law

 

They will take it if they can

Give an inch, they’ll take a mile

If we fail to make a stand

They will take it with a smile

 

 

Canada Stands Strong

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Canada Rises

 

Carney* secured his leadership

With a resounding Liberal victory

He tightened his party’s grip

And secured his people’s loyalty

 

He has led his sovereign nation

In the spirit of independence

They’ve rejected subjugation

Along with our president

 

The Canadians have learned

That if they try to play his games

Their people will get burned

To our own eternal shame

 

Our alliance remains on hold

For as long as he’s in power

Our relationship grows cold

In this most critical of hours

 

Here here! to your fair nation

For upholding your convictions

We give you our appreciation

For standing strong in opposition

 

* PM Mark Carney

 

 

Budapest Awakening

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ORBAN

 

Budapest Awakening

 

Orban goes down to defeat

Putin’s cause is derailed

Peter Magyar takes his seat

The dictatorship has failed

 

The great alliance is restored

All of Europe is relieved

With Russia knocking on her door

The message is received

 

Budapest will hold the line

After sixteen years of iron rule

Democracy will do just fine

They won’t play Putin’s fool

 

Hungary has made it clear

With the west they are allied

No longer will they live in fear

They’ve taken back their pride

 

For now the world’s a better place

The autocrats have lost one

Tomorrow there’s another race

The fight for freedom’s just begun

 

 

The Hope of Hungary

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  GLOBAL POLITICS

 

The Hope of Hungary

 

The struggle to dethrone Orban

Is a struggle for us all

For Budapest it’s a new dawn

If the people answer the call

 

Orban controls the airwaves

He has the police in his hands

He has his propaganda slaves

Who march at his command

 

And yet the opposition grows

Behind Peter Magyar’s quest

For each and every Hungarian knows

It could be their last test

 

Once dictatorship takes hold

It is hard to strike it down

The opposition must be bold

They must stand on solid ground

 

Orban will fight until the end

The truth must fight him back again

Vladimir Putin will depend

On the operatives he has sent

 

Stand and let your strength be known

Let the government hear your cry

Stand and know you’re not alone

This time you will rise

 

 

Friend of the Devil

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LATIN AMERICA

 

Friend of the Devil

 

When you invite the devil into your fold

Even with virtue’s intent

A story of evil must be retold

Concerning a past that was bent

 

It is not a secret or mystery

What our Agency did in the past

Destroying Latin American democracies

With promises that did not last

 

Now Daniel Noboa of Ecuador

Has opened the gates to his nation

To fight in America’s cocaine wars

A dark and dismal invitation

 

Sheinbaum of Mexico turned us down

But Noboa opened the door

So our darkest operators are on the ground

No one knows what lies in store

 

Maybe they’ll fight the drug cartels

But it comes with an obligation

This is how so many democracies fell

And became subservient nations

 

 

Orban on the Ropes

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Orban on the Ropes

 

Viktor Orban of Hungary

Is about to go down in defeat

The vote will end his worthless pleas

To hold on to his seat

 

He did everything a despot can

To hold the vote in check

Abducting all who took a stand

Stacking the electoral deck

 

He suppressed the opposition

But the people somehow knew

They will make their own decision

And then Viktor Orban is through

 

He’s on the ropes and fighting back

Who knows what he may do?

His Dobermans are on attack

His bulldogs and his goons

 

But Hungarians have had their fill

Of Orban’s rank hypocrisy

The people will express their will

Reclaiming their democracy

 

 

En Fuego

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORRUPTION

 

En Fuego

 

El Mencho is dead

And Mexico is on fire

Jalisco lives in dread

The situation is most dire

 

When you go after the cartels

As Sheinbaum did today

They’ve promised a living hell

Take cover and get out of the way

 

The flames are growing higher

Every hour of every day

They swear they’ll never tire

They will lay it all to waste

 

It’s a war against the night

It keeps coming back for more

Can they ever win this fight?

As the flames of vengeance roar

 

We pray the light will win

What else can we do?

It’s like fighting against sin

In the end the sinners lose

 

On this our hopes depend

For democracy cannot hold

Against corrupt and wicked men

If we give away our souls

 

Mourning in Iran

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN

 

Mourning in Iran

 

If you kill thousands of your people

You do not get to mourn the dead

Beyond the push of the martyrs’ pull

Accept the fury you have bred

 

Blame it on the foreign agitators

Though all the world can see the lie

Blame it on domestic instigators

Blame it on the star-crossed skies

 

Even you can see and smell the truth

When so many have been killed

The rising of an outraged youth

They have expressed their will

 

All the nation is in mourning

For the martyrs you have decried

To all oppressors here’s a warning

History isn’t on your side

 

In time the righteous will prevail

Though it may take a hundred years

In time the oppressors will be jailed

And none will shed a martyr’s tears

 

In Defense of Democracy

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

In Defense of Democracy

 

Bolsonaro committed treason

Though he did not go as far

Attempted coup for obvious reasons

The people fought back hard

 

They put the man in prison

A fair trial before his peers

It was not a hard decision

You could hear the people cheer

 

South Korea’s Hun Duck-Soo

Signed on to martial law

Now he’s serving twenty-two

For a failed insurrection plot

 

It seems the people get it right

Nearly every chance they get

Their democracy is worth a fight

If you doubt it place your bet

 

Donald Trump is the exception

He holds his party in his hands

He has practiced his deception

To maintain his evil plan

 

He stands ready to betray

We stand ready to defend

There will come a time and place

When our democracy could end

 

 

Pariah State

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN

 

Pariah State

 

When you kill your own people en masse

You have lost all control

Your reign cannot outlast

The selling of your soul

 

You are so in love with power

That you would kill without shame

In your hearts you’re all cowards

Spilling blood in God’s name

 

That blood is on your hands

It will remain there forever

No one knows or understands

How your compassion was severed

 

It is time to do what’s right

Let the people have their way

They are sworn to this fight

And in this fight they will stay

 

You have become a rogue nation

To all the world a pariah state

In this mindless provocation

You have earned a cruel fate