The Downfall of Macron

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The Downfall of Macron

 

Trash piles high on the streets of Paris

Fires rage in Place de la Concorde

The people march down Champs-Elysees

They gather in city squares

Marseille, Bordeaux, Nantes, Lyon

Chanting Down with Macron!

 

We loved him at the Accords

We loved him as he stood against

The brutality of Putin

We loved him as he tried (in vain)

To reason with the Donald

We loved him as he stood with Europe

With honor and with dignity

We love him still for what he’s done

But you cannot turn on your people

You cannot bypass the people’s vote

On a matter so essential as the pension

And not expect explosions on the streets

Even if it is within the law

Even though you think it wise

In a republic the people must decide

 

As you hear the people’s roar

Remember who and what you are

You are the leader of the Fifth Republic

Dissent is a sacred right

That you cannot suppress and survive

 

Hoka Hey!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Hoka Hey

 

“Hoka hey!  It is a good day to die!”

 

The Battle Cry of Sitting Bull

 

 

Each day as I greet the morning light

I ask myself: Have I done all I could?

All that I must do to fulfill this life?

Have I helped my fellow travelers?

Have I walked on soft soles?

Have I created more than I consumed?

Have I fulfilled my vision?

Have I honored my calling?

Have I been honest with those I love?

Have I been true to myself?

 

If I have done all these things

If I have been what I was meant to be

Then yes I am ready

And yes it is a good day to die

Hoka Hey!

 

The Beast

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The Beast

 

There is a beast that lives within

the heart of every gentle being

from Mahatma Gandhi to Mother Teresa

from Saint Peter to Saint Paul

The gentler the being the fiercer

The internal beast

 

In the course of our daily lives

We may never see the beast

We may then conclude the beast

does not exist

but when cornered and aroused

the beast emerges from its hiding

The beast shakes mountains with its roar

The beast erupts like Mount Vesuvius

Toppling towers and cracking dams

Reducing cities to rubble

Marking a trail of destruction

 

A warning to all lords of aggression:

Do not feed the beast

Do not taunt it with you poison tongue

Do not push it to the breaking

Leave the beast be

 

Not even the gods know what happens

when the beast is unleashed

Let it rest in peace

 

Old Saint Paddy

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Old Saint Paddy

 

Old Saint Patty she was quite a gal

I knew her back in the day

She never got her dress quite right

Seems her thoughts got in the way

 

Saint Paddy was a man ya fool

He weren’t no bloomin’ gal

And if he were you can be sure

He’d not make of you a pal

 

Old Saint Patty was very fair

She had a way about her

She’d dance all night and day

There was no one to doubt her

 

Your breath is just a waste of air

Not a word of it is true

You’d make an ocean of a pond

And paint the sunlight blue

 

A toast to old Saint Patty

A finer lass you’ll ne’er see

On this I’d swear my life away

Or am myself not me?

 

Billowing White Clouds

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

Billowing White Clouds

 

Billowing white clouds the size of

mountains stretching out across the

landscape like a legendary dust storm

on the endless plains of Oklahoma

So magnificent they challenge all notions

of nature’s other worldly majesty

This once in several lifetimes display

of the planet’s sensual beauty

Like the spectacular sunsets born of

toxic waste emitted into our atmosphere

 

I sense that these skies of breathtaking

grandeur, these wonderland displays, these

masterworks of awe and curiosity, are

somehow warnings that the end of time

is near – not for the planet, not for the earth,

and not for whatever godlike beings watch

over us – but for us, the observers, the ones

who marvel at such stultifying grace

The gods are merciful after all for though

we poisoned the very ground we walk upon,

the air we breathe and the clear fresh water

that sustains us, we are blessed with one last

display of nature’s divinity, the greatest

show on earth.

 

As I Grow Old

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

As I Grow Old

 

As I grow old the less I know

The more I understand

As I grow old the knowledge

Gathered over years of hard toil

Crumbles like sandcastles at high tide

Knowing this I understand that knowledge

is a temporary state of certainty

It falters over time

It trips on mounds of inquiry

It rusts for lack of care

 

As I grow old the less I know

The more I understand

The ceaseless march of science

Bends knowledge to its knees

What once dwelled beyond all doubt

In the land of holy grails

Enlightened and revered

Like saintly signs of ecstasy

Forgotten and verboten

Discarded in the wastelands

Where fallen angels weep

 

As I grow old the less I know

The more I understand

There are those among us

Who dare to rise above

Who doubt the very essence of

the center of our being

Who challenge every platitude

Who bring the towers to extinction

Who build a new foundation

To give birth to greater glory

and live to tell a story of decline

 

As I grow old the less I know

The more I understand

 

El Gran Dolor de Mexico

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

El Gran Dolor de Mexico

 

I know we have not been a good friend

to Latin American democracy

For far too long we favored military

strongmen over elected leaders

In far too many countries we interfered

to overthrow or undermine democracy

From Mexico to Nicaragua

From Venezuela to Argentina

We betrayed our own principles

 

What a pity it would be if

after all this time and misery

When we stand strong for democracy

Mexico stands opposed

 

How ironic it would be

after all this blatant hypocrisy

After you defeated one-party rule

you founded a new autocracy

 

Fair Mexico you need to know

Dictatorship from the left is no more

Virtuous or acceptable than

Dictatorship from the right

 

Dangerous World

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Dangerous World

 

The world is splitting into factions

One side believes in human rights

The other is willing to sacrifice

One side believes in freedom of speech

The other believes in a unified voice

One side protects a free press

The other eliminates dissent

One side believes in democracy

The other believes in the nation

 

The world is splitting down the middle

Russia, China, Iran, Saudi Arabia

All of Europe, the US and Canada

All nations are compelled to decide

Which side are you on?

With which side will you ally?

On which side do you belong?

Which side of the great divide?

 

No one wants a global war

Yet it is coming to the fore

At the worst of all possible times

We will crack the earth to its core

 

We know which side is just

We know which side is right

We know the people always lose

When all we do is fight

 

War Must End

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

War Must End

 

This war must seek an end

If the end is to be just

The Russian people must lend a hand

To stop their brutal leader

A message they must send

The propaganda no longer works

The blood of war is clear

There is no justice

There is no righteousness

There is no grand destiny

There is no patriotic glory

There is only thirst for power

There is only self-aggrandizement

There is only egocentrism

When your ego is put to rest

The cause for war disintegrates

Like the dewy mist of morning

 

This war must seek an end

Before the twisted needs of one man

Supplant the well-being of humanity

Before the poison of war spreads

Throughout Europe, across Asia

To the four corners of the globe

Before the blood of war becomes

A torrent, a waterfall, a river of remorse

This war must end and all those

Responsible for its perpetuation

Must be held to stern account

 

China vs. Chinese

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

China vs. Chinese

 

I have a problem with China

I have no problem with the Chinese

I have no problem with the Asians

They have no problem with me

 

Asian Americans are rightly proud

For the things they have achieved

They have a right to say it loud

When cut do they not bleed?

 

China is a wayward nation

Our adversary in many ways

They oppose our basic freedoms

They block the path to a living wage

 

The Chinese government is oppressive

Chinese Americans are not the same

They’ve worked hard for what they have

For China they’re not to blame

 

Land of Plenty

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Land of Plenty

 

Hunger in a land of plenty

How can this be so?

The more they feed us propaganda

The less the people know

 

They tell us we are prosperous

We’ve more than we can use

But once we’ve paid our daily bills

We’ve nothing left to lose

 

Hungry in a land of plenty

We blame our president

You gave us something for our pain

But who will pay the rent?

 

We’re working after hours now

We’ve got those hunger blues

When our kids are going hungry

What else can we do?

 

Dehumanization

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

Dehumanization

 

Dehumanization begins with

The delineation of classes

Be it royalty or wealth

The division of the masses

Into higher and lower beings

Enables cruelty and neglect

To those of lesser means

The undeserving of respect

Born to serve their betters

Those of higher pedigree

Those of wealth, the jetsetters

Those who brandish their degrees

From institutions of privilege

Harvard, Yale and Trinity

 

They’re simply better than the ones

Who sweat for their next meal

The ones who live by their hands

The ones who often beg and steal

Won’t they ever understand

By the turning of the wheel

They’re simply cruder, lesser than

The ones who carry the great seal

The royal bloodline of the grand

 

Within the circles of the few

Who speak in whispers soft but sure

There is nothing we can do

To ease their suffering

We are the chosen, wise and pure

While they are something more obscure

Dare I say (something less than human)

 

Brave New World

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

Brave New World

 

The brave new world came and went

Before our fascination spent

We rallied to the cry: resist!

They took their shot and missed

 

The people here are not so lame

Our wilder spirits cannot be tamed

With medicines or other pills

That sap and shape the force of wills

We are as we have always been

Individualistic women and men

Who worship at the sacred tree

Fight long and hard for liberty

 

We play our separate roles

We’ll never lose our separate souls

Nor sacrifice our sanity

To your dystopian vanity

We know we have our flaws

There are too many laws

That tell us what to think and do

That try to sell us something new

Something bigger brighter wiser

No more greed no more misers

No more worries no more cares

We’ll all have our equal shares

No more loneliness or sorrow

A promise for a new tomorrow

 

We will fight it to the end

On that you can depend

 

(re: Aldous Huxley)

 

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?