316 to 94 (Aid to Ukraine)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

316 – 94

 

The vote on the floor of the House

Ukraine 316, Russia 94

Zelensky 316, Putin 94

Biden 316, Trump 94

 

The vote left no doubt

America is still America

The Putin caucus lost its pull

Crushed by a wave of patriotism

Battered by old-time allegiance

We will not be the reason

The Soviet empire was reborn

The Iron Curtain reforged

The world redivided into us and them

The free world and the oppressed

We will not return to the Cold War

(a war that was never cold)

We will not yield democracy to Europe

Not yet

Not this time

 

We are America and we will not

go down without a fight

We will hold our ground

with a new coalition

A coalition of democrats and republicans

Small d and small r

We will defend our birthright

Our legacy and our ideals

Unite in purpose and cause

 

(House passes foreign aid bill 316-94.)

 

Indentured Servitude

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Indentured Servitude (India)

 

It’s a fine line between slavery

And indentured servitude

For the sugar workers of India

Servitude may be worse

Child labor is commonplace

Arranged marriage and hysterectomy

Keeps the workers in the fields

Where they labor endless hours

Without drink or a moment’s rest

To pay back loans they can never repay

 

The plantation owners get away with it

The same way American corporations do

They use contractors to hire workers

To transport them across the land

To build their debt of servitude

If they are forced to make account

They dissolve and take a new name

The system evolved over decades

To keep the cost of labor down

 

Every doctor or dentist visit

Every wedding or sick day

Goes on the worker’s bill

The long trip from home

The cost of a decent meal

It all goes on the bill

 

It is no better than slavery

It is in substance no different

 

This is how modern corporations

Keep the institution of slavery alive

This is how Coke and Pepsi

Deliver beverages to your market

And maximize profits to shareholders

 

Hong Kong Lament

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DEMOCRACY

 

Hong Kong Lament

 

If you’d like to see what the future holds

Take a good long look at Hong Kong

When democracy is bought and sold

The future won’t be long

 

In the name of law and order

Dissent defined as treason

If you live under the oppressor’s thumb

You don’t give them a reason

 

To speak your mind in any setting

Is to take a giant chance

There are many who are suffering

For taking a dissident stance

 

If you think it could not happen here

Consider the choice we face

An elder and an autocrat

The choice is a disgrace

 

Choose one and it’s a gamble

Choose the other and it’s assured

The sound of freedom running

Will be the last thing that we heard

 

In Praise of Autonomy

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

In Praise of Autonomy

 

When our former president

Who shall not be named

Gives praise to a foreign autocrat

He should be ashamed

 

Viktor Orban of Hungary

Is a cruel and ruthless leader

Whose crackdown on democracy

Should terrify every reader

 

A man who praises dictators

Is telling us too much

Unless you want dictatorship

This man is out of touch

 

He proclaims himself above the law

All glory to his self

If you dare to oppose him

He’ll send you straight to hell

 

We’ll lose our treasured freedom

To speak out in dissent

One day we’ll simply wake up

And wonder where it went

 

The Silent Protest

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

 

The Silent Protest

 

In Tehran they pleaded to the people

To cast their votes in the election

But the people shook their heads

Not to vote was their selection

 

When you treat the people poorly

When you trample on their rights

When you silence opposition

They will find a way to fight

 

You took away their right to march

For freedom on the streets

You tortured and abused them

Denied them the right to meet

 

They will make their feelings known

In the only ways they can

Their silence at the voting booth

Is how they choose to make a stand

 

You lost the pretense of support

You’ve lost the younger generation

Step aside and let them lead

A new and better nation

 

The Forgotten Nation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The Forgotten Nation

 

Anarchy has taken hold

In a state of constant misery

The criminal gangs have grown bold

Another chapter of tragic history

 

Port-au-Prince is a lawless city

Filled with violence and strife

The absence of order lessens

The value of human life

 

The French had their way with it

The Americans took their chance

Now the Kenyans take their turn

Like a sailor at a dance

 

The island nation will go on

Like it always has before

In a state of anarchy and chaos

Starvation always at their door

 

Is there nothing we can do to help

So many times we have tried

It is hard to watch Haiti’s decline

When so many people have died

Don't Give Up!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RUSSIA

Don’t Give Up (for Navalny)

 

They gathered in the heart of winter

In the belly of the beast

Knowing they could lose their lives

Knowing they could lose their freedom

Knowing they could lose their jobs …

They gathered to say goodbye

 

The martyr would have approved

In the event of his death he said:

It’s simple. Don’t give up!

It’s simple. Don’t give in.

The monster is afraid of them

Why else would he murder him?

Why else grant his martyrdom?

 

If everything is fine behind the curtain

If everything is under control

If the people are truly satisfied

If the people are content

If the people understand the war

If the people want oppression

If the people do not want their rights

If the people love their leader

Why is he afraid?

 

He is afraid the people love Navalny

He is afraid their love for him is false

He is afraid they see through his lies

He’s afraid they are not happy

He’s afraid of the martyr’s widow

He’s afraid of Navalny’s followers

He’s afraid they will rise

He’s afraid they will not give up

He’s afraid they won’t give in

Share My Rage

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RUSSIA

Share My Rage (for Yulia)

 

We listen to her passion

Her sorrow and her rage

Her husband has been murdered

Upon the global stage

She brings a simple message

From the fullness of her heart

Do not forget his sacrifice

Do not forget his cause

He would not want our sympathy

He would not want applause

He would want us to remember him

And why he gave his life

To give his country freedom

To give his people basic rights

Trump to NATO: Drop Dead!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Trump to NATO: Drop Dead!

 

He doesn’t know our history

And frankly does not care

The future is no mystery

We’re caught in Putin’s lair

If Donald wins the White House

We’d better say our prayers

Before we lay down to our beds

For Trump will say to NATO:

Drop dead!

 

He loves the world’s dictators

From Erdogan to Xi *

He finds them most appealing

As he considers what will be

An American dictator

Would lead a new alliance

Democracies not welcome

A new Europe in defiance

The world will long remember

The day the Donald said:

Dear NATO: Drop Dead!

 

* pronounced She

Democracy under Fire

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

Democracy under Fire

 

There can be no democracy

when the people are under the gun

You cannot have fair elections

when you’re allowed to kill the opposition

 

In El Salvador the people have

embraced a brutal dictatorship

In Pakistan abuse of justice has

altered the balance of power

In Hungary the free press and lawful

opposition have been banned

In Turkey they crush the forces of

democracy by all means necessary

In Russia they imprison dissidents

and hold mock elections

In Afghanistan and Iran there is

only one voice

In America democracy balances

on the head of a pin

 

A raging fire of brutality spreads

Flames fanned by criminal enterprise

Roaming gangs of rapists and killers

The promise of order without law

The desperation of common people

The desire for a simple life

 

Democracy cannot exist where lives

are in constant upheaval

Where everything you have can

be taken away by criminals

Where the fundamental needs of

the people are denied

 

And yet democracy is the only

answer to the usurpation of power

Only democracy can defeat lawlessness

Only democracy can provide for the

needs of the people

 

When it is gone you will learn

When it is gone you will understand

how difficult it is to get it back again

 

The Putin Caucus

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

The Putin Caucus

 

It ain’t about the border

This is where the fight begins

Will Republicans find their courage

Or will the Putin Caucus win?

 

Ukraine is in the balance

Taiwan is nervous too

If the Putin Party gets their way

All free nations lose

 

The Israeli siege continues

There is no problem there

Bebe is the Donald’s friend

And Putin doesn’t care

 

We warned you this would happen

It’s as clear as it could be

The Donald serves Vladimir

Like a puppet on his knee

 

The writing is on the wall

It’s as predictable as rain

The only cause they serve today

Is cutting funding for Ukraine

 

Loyalty

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POLITICS

Loyalty

 

Loyalty is not a virtue

It is a servant without a core

Depending on its master

It is a hero or a whore

 

If I pledge my loyalty

To the leader of a cause

It becomes a reassurance

Almost worthy of applause

 

But if I give my sworn devotion

To a mob bent on destroying

My loyalty becomes a curse

Far worse than just annoying

 

Do not pledge you loyalty

To anyone you don’t know well

To do so may be a promise

To march blindly into hell

 

Conspiracy of the Elite

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CONSPIRACY

 

Conspiracy of the Elite

 

I have a friend who’s well-informed

on most matters

He believes the elite created and

disseminated a virus to control over

population

He believes they invented a vaccine

to pacify the masses

To alleviate the discontent that

infects the lower classes

 

My friend may not be wrong

but he’s certainly not right

Davos is a party where

they drink into the night

They despise Elon Musk

They don’t want him in their sight

They can’t agree on anything

No less the planet’s plight

 

All the super-secret societies

have gone public these days

They’re all twiddling their thumbs

to the latest Hollywood craze

 

They don’t care about the masses

They only care about themselves

As far as they’re concerned

The whole world can go to hell