Resistance to Change

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Resistance to Change

 

There is a natural aversion to anything

and everything different than what is

and what has been for a thousand years

or so it seems to me

 

In every field of endeavor from the science

of microscopic etymology to the art of

esoteric architecture there is a stubborn

resistance to change

 

So it is in art and poetry, philosophy and

psychology, religion and mythology,

physics and ecology, quantum mechanics

and sociology

 

When presented with new and challenging

ideas that break the mold of our thoughts

we resist with all the strength we can gather

for as long as our dams will hold

 

Little wonder that when the dams give way

the waves of destruction engulf towns and

cities, nations and civilizations, entire

disciplines and cherished schools of thought

vanished in the fog of time

 

Ever wonder what happened to the alchemists?

 

England and Europe: Breaking the Bond

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL AFFAIRS

England and Europe

 

“Someday we shall have to choose

between England and Europe.”

 

-- James Joyce, The Exiles

 

Brexit marked the end of a unified Europe

The English in their wisdom

Severed the bond that held the promise

of a bright and prosperous future

It seems the English have always seen

themselves above the continent

Not so for Ireland, Scotland, Wales

England casts her lot with America

The mighty land across the sea

The land that tore itself from Britain’s

royal bondage

The land that to this day speaks its

variations of Shakespeare’s tongue

The Irish form their own bonds across

the channel and the sea

The Scottish and the Welsh have

their own independent notions

Dependence on the British is at an end

They saw it coming long ago

The disintegration of the monarchy

The fraying of the isles

We see it coming still

In a world of great uncertainty

We see it with good will

 

Another Year of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

Another Year of War

 

On the other side of the world

The war continues unabated

Putin’s horrors are unfurled

As if it had been fated

 

We would change it if we could

We would bring it to an end

We would lock away the madman

And all his brutal friends

 

What more can we do but let

Our leaders know we care?

Send our aide and best wishes

Make it easier to bear

 

Make the oligarchs pay the cost

For Putin’s war of cruel attrition

Let him know his cause is lost

Cut off his ammunition

 

In our part of the world

The wars are only metaphors

The battle for democracy

A trail of horrid storms

 

We know life could be harder

We know it could be worse

Our storms are free of missiles

We still think of ourselves first

 

But we swear we’ll not forget

The many hardships you endure

This world is ever smaller

Of that we can be sure

 

The Angry Planet

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

The Angry Planet

 

Planets don’t get angry do they?

Yet they behave as if they do

We would do well to heed the warnings

We have so much to lose

 

Planet earth is angry

Best believe that it is true

She is raging like a banshee

Time to pay our overdues

 

We’ve abuse her far too long

Little wonder she’s upset

If we don’t amend our ways

Soon enough we will regret

 

All the poison that we spewed

Into her soil water air

She will take her due in blood

And we will learn to care

 

Times of Confusion

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN HISTORY

Times of Confusion

 

Back in 1965

We were on the edge of something new

We didn’t know what it was

We didn’t know what we’d do

 

But the old world was rapidly fading

Something had to take its place

We reinvented living in the world

We reconstructed the living space

 

Based on giving what you had

And taking what you needed

They were times of great upheaval

The revolution had been seeded

 

We were riding in the Magic Bus

They tried to send us off to war

When we said no they spit on us

And kicked us out the door

 

They were times of great confusion

Times of wonder and of shame

We rallied to the cause of peace

We found someone to blame

 

Those times live on in each of us

In a thousand different ways

They shaped the road we traveled

Made us who we are today

 

We are a nation twice divided

Once by race, once by culture

When we look at the American way

Some see hawks, some see vultures

 

We are many things at once

We are war and we are peace

We are rich and we are poor

We are hunger at a feast

 

We are everything to everyone

And nothing to a few

When times are rough in Kansas

They’re hard in San Francisco too

 

The Multiverse

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

The Multiverse

 

In one life you’re a beauty queen

In another you’re dark and mean

 

The multiverse is infinite

There are no limits to the dream

We fly we swim into the depths

We make oceans out of streams

 

In one world you’re a genius

In another world you’re second best

 

The multiverse is vast and wild

It takes you on a thousand quests

You find a mask you want to wear

You pass the stiffest test

 

Welcome to the multiverse

You travel east, you travel west

You journey to the end of time

You settle in a robin’s nest

And there you find your truth

You kill a man named Booth

 

The multiverse is quite the place

It’s message is its mystery

A simple twist of time and space

Can even alter history

 

If you don’t like who you are

Change your voice, change your car

Welcome to the multiverse

Come aboard, we will go far

 

re: The Russian People

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

 

re: The Russian People

 

We are told the people love you

(they do not know and never did)

We are told that they believe you

(they don’t but they won’t tell)

We are told they think as you do

(we are not that cynical)

We are told they have your back

(they are ready to abandon you)

 

The truth about the Russian people

Is more complex than we are told

When a dictator has the power

To imprison you for words

To lock you up for speaking them

To hold you without trial

To hold your family in contempt

To punish every gesture of dissent

They will never speak the truth

Not to you or anyone

 

The people who have taken to the streets

Who have gathered in city squares

Who have spoken their minds

In public or private settings

Are courageous beyond words

They are the ones that will rise

They are the ones who will stand

When Putin finally falls

 

West Bank Genocide

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL JUSTICE

West Bank Genocide

 

And so it begins

Empower extremists from the far right

Strip the judiciary of their lawful authority

Wait til the world is distracted

And launch an offensive in the West Bank

A policy of genocide under cover of constraint

Take their lands, take their homes,

Take their livelihoods, take their lives

 

Where is the Israeli press?

Where is the law of nations?

Where are the people in the streets?

 

If Russian aggression cannot stand

How can Israel be allowed the same?

 

If Putin is a pariah and a war criminal

A scourge on the human race

What then is Netanyahu?

 

If brutality and aggression against the

People of Ukraine is an outrage

How is it not an outrage when the

Victims are Palestinian?

 

Stop the outrage

End the occupation

Stop the brutality

End the genocide

In the West Bank, in Ukraine

And everywhere

 

Letter to Putin II

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

Letter to Putin II

 

You have lost this war

You have lost on the battlefield

You have lost in the forum of world affairs

You have lost economically

You have lost strategically

You have lost historically

You have lost philosophically

But what you do not understand

Is that you will lose even if you win

Never again will you be welcomed

In the community of nations

Never again will your friendship be valued

Or your allegiance desired

You have joined the pariahs of the world

You have taken your place in history

Among the despised and hated

You will live out your reign in isolation

Like Lady MacBeth no amount of

Cleansing can erase the stain

You have secured an indelible place

In the eternal book of infamy

 

Letter to Vladimir Putin

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

Letter to Putin

 

You can’t turn back the clock

Time doesn’t work that way

You attacked a sovereign nation

A price must now be paid

 

Now Finland will join NATO

Sweden will soon join too

You wanted a Russian empire

They opposite will come true

 

No one trusts the Russians now

Not even you best friends

The days of your ascension

Have come to a shattering end

 

You are a war criminal now

You bring disgrace to your nation

The world you sought to build

Faces imminent disintegration

 

It’s not too late to reverse course

Recapture a sense of humanity

Put an end to this inhuman war

And its inherent insanity

 

The Fight for Democracy

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

The Fight for Democracy

 

Benjamin Netanyahu in Israel

Daniel Ortega in Nicaragua

Viktor Orban in Hungary

Recep Erdogan in Turkey

 

The fight for democracy

Takes to the streets

Spread the word of truth

To everyone you meet

 

From Budapest to Istanbul

From Jerusalem to Managua

From Tallahassee to Tbilisi

From Atlanta to Kiev

 

The enemies of democracy

Growing bolder, growing strong

We’ve set off the alarm bells

We’ve seen it coming all along

 

The brazen warnings in Taiwan

The crackdown in Hong Kong

They want to crush free press

In every way that’s wrong

They want to curb the right to vote

They’re pushing hard and strong

 

If we want to keep our freedom

If we want to keep our rights

We will have to grasp reality

We’re in a long hard fight

 

No one said it would be easy

The struggle never ends

Self-government will survive

If only we defend

 

The people’s right to speak

The people’s right to choose

As long as we hold strong

The people cannot lose

Florida Sleeps

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Florida Sleeps

 

They complain about being woke

I don’t know what they mean

They feel oppressed by our progress

From everything I’ve seen

 

They don’t like those kids in Parkland

They want guns in every home

They despise the ones who dance

And those who wear a darker tone

 

While the nation marches forward

They’re enamored with the past

While others push to get there first

They’re determined to be last

 

They don’t care about our freedom

They don’t care if mothers weep

While the rest of us awaken

The state of Florida sleeps

 

Corday

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: HISTORY

 

Corday

 

The nights were long and trying

The world was strange and cold

The order of things was dying

Like a cartwheel grown too old

Upon this scene a ghostly shadow

Who found each footstep trying

As the days gave way to nighttime

As the nights gave way to day

There came the spirit of a deadly thing

Her name was Charlotte Corday

 

They let her pass the city walls

Let her through the city gates

I’ve come to serve the cause, she said

I’ve come to seal my fate

The night was eerie strange and gray

The hour dark and late

She paused to take the moment in

But the moment would not wait

 

Who are you? said Marat

Through his fever twisted mind

Have you come to give me comfort?

Are you a spirit soft and kind?

I’m not that kind of spirit

I must ask you: Are you blind?

I come with dagger hidden

This moment to unwind

It is you Marat I’ve come to slay

What ghost is at my side? he asked

My name is Charlotte Corday

 

I’ve seen the bodies of the dead

I’ve seen what you have wrought

I’ve seen a pile of severed heads

Is this the world you’ve sought?

You’ve left us with no mystery

I’ve come to play my part

My name is etched in history

A dagger to your heart

 

A century or more from now

They’ll remember this fateful day

A fevered madman named Marat

An assassin named Corday

 

(regards to Peter Weiss & Percy Shelly)