The Healing

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

The Healing

 

There’s a shadow moving across the land

A great cloud of dust and sorrow

Everywhere it goes the people fall

And pray for rain tomorrow

To wash away this evil spell

This sickness of the soul

Some say it is the will of god

An undoing of the whole

 

But what god is so spiteful?

A god of ruin and disease

We need a god of healing

A god of mercy if you please

 

We know it is the work of man

And not the work of heaven

This scourge across a barren land

The horrors come in seven

Pestilence and drought

Fire, wind and thunder

Wars that never ever end

Waves that take us under

 

Pray for the great healing

No matter who or where you are

Pray to the god you know

Pray to the healing star

 

Fighting Phantoms

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Fighting Phantoms

 

Wingnuts of the reactionary right

Are fighting phantoms of imagination

Summoning ghosts of the distant past

To save an imaginary nation

 

Their enemies are all communists

Scum of the earthly kind

Like Don Quixote’s windmills

Their myths will soon unwind

 

They’re certain the people are stupid

They’ll believe anything they’re told

But their threats of retribution

Are getting more than a little old

 

You can say the sky is falling

But if you say it more than twice

The people will smell a rat

And their “leaders” will pay a price

 

So tell us again how our freedom

Depends on a new president

Who is sworn to Vladimir Putin

Our confidence is spent

 

The Fall of Modi

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

The Fall of Modi

 

The rise of Modi was swift and sure

He ruled by the iron fist

He believes in a nation strong and pure

But his policies run amiss

 

Now the moderates return to power

In partnership with the Alliance

A new moderation rules the hour

It’s the end of the Modi defiance

 

Democracy is an evolving thing

It gives what it has taken

The silent ones are now to sing

The once favored are forsaken

 

It is better for the body whole

It is better for the nation

It is better for the Indian soul

It is worthy of celebration

 

Find the Light

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: PEACE

 

Find the Light

 

In a world of constant trials

Where tragedy tempts the heart of darkness

Where catastrophes strike with little notice

Where the innocent are unprotected

Where women and children die on

Battlefields and paths of destruction

Where greed has become a virtue

Where homelessness awaits misfortune

Where compassion is a weakness

Where vengeance is admired

Along with bitterness and loathing

Take time to raise your eyes

To see beyond the smoke and dust

To see the love beneath the hatred

To sense the weakness of the rage

To feel the sadness in the greed

To feel empathy for those in need

In a world of constant trials

When little seems quite right

Find the light

The Nuke

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

The Nuke

 

Vladimir Putin has the nuke

And he’s not afraid to flaunt it

Nuclear subs off the Florida coast

You’ve got war if you want it

 

Such recklessness is rare indeed

Deserves a stern rebuke

A world in danger doesn’t need

A taunting of the nuke

 

He’s willing to destroy the earth

In all his evil glory

To give his evil empire birth

A terrifying story

 

A million lives means nothing

To a man who believes he’s God

He hears a thousand angels sing

He expects us to applaud

 

The world must stand as one against

The threat of annihilation

Cease this path of gross offense

We plead for your salvation

 

Words Fail

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Words Fail

 

I don’t know what you learned in school

The Civil War was right against wrong

It was not a primeval dual

The Bill of Rights is not a song

We oppose a one-man rule

We’re better off if we get along

Fascism is never cool

In unity we are strong

 

When he says he will imprison those

Who oppose his infallible will

That is how fascism rose

It is clearly with us still

Everyone with an open mind knows

As our measure of outrage fills

The threat to our republic grows

They are closing for the kill

 

We will not give up the fight

We will stand on solid ground

We will keep our foes in sight

We will keep our friends around

We will bind our cause to the light

Until at last we’re homeward bound

The Dead of Nuseirat

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ISRAEL AT WAR

The Dead of Nuseirat

 

Two hundred dead in Nuseirat

Four Israeli hostages freed

Were they all Hamas terrorists?

Women and children?

Nits make fleas?

 

What are we to believe?

What is the cost of rescue

If we lose our immortal soul?

Two hundred dead in Nuseirat

The justification leaves me cold

 

I know Hamas is guilty

They should never be forgiven

They set this train in motion

They must be made accountable

But Hamas is not Gaza

Gaza is not Hamas

You push them into a corner

And blame them for being trapped

 

The innocent of Nuseirat

Did not deserve to die

 

Kenyans in Haiti

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY

Kenyans in Haiti

 

Haiti descends into madness

A lawless, chaotic society

A society of thugs and criminals

Gangs and gangsters

Roaming the hungry streets

Marking the neighborhood territories

Like wild dogs on the prowl

Guns are more plentiful than drinking water

Thousands killed and thousands displaced

A self-imposed genocide

 

The Spanish, French and Americans failed

Now Kenya leads a multinational force

A force of two thousand five hundred police

Charged with dismantling the rule of anarchy

Charged with imposing order on chaos

Charged with displacing the mob

 

As Henry said to Eleanor:

Do you think there’s any chance of it?

Eleanor only laughed *

 

The world shares the failure in Haiti

The world must take responsibility

 

* From The Lion in Winter

Nobody Cares

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Nobody Cares

 

They took your train for a ride

Maybe they thought it was fun

In jest they took your side

You called them to act on January 6

Your mobsters crashed the capitol

Carrying flags of white supremacy

You told them you’d lead them

But you weren’t there

You hemmed and hawed

But nobody cares

 

They did your bidding and you ran away

They paid for what they did that day

 

Four years later you called again

You called for riots in the streets

You called for mass demonstrations

You warned them not to indict

You warned them not to convict

There would be dire consequences

The likes of which we’ve never seen

But there were no demonstrations

They were no riots in the streets

There was hardly a whimper

Outside the bombast echo chamber

Of feigned outrage and real fake news

In the real world they stopped and stared

But no one seemed to care

 

You promised us a riot

You promised violent upheaval

You promised a war of retribution

But you’re not the one who pays

You’re not the one who sacrifices

You won’t even go to jail

You whine and whimper It’s not fair!

It turns out nobody cares

Viva Sheinbaum! Viva Mexico!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

Viva Sheinbaum!

 

Mexico rises while others step back

A woman becomes president

Holding the nation on track

Of course there are problems

But the people well know

In a world filled with dangers

Our progress is slow

 

But we cannot lose sight

On the long road ahead

Of the wrongs and the rights

To endure what we’ve bred

We need patience and strength

To break from the past

If we do not make changes

Our race will not last

 

So today while we celebrate

A great victory for all

We must always remember

We’re not far from the fall

The gangs are still thriving

They’re still building a wall

While the odds of surviving

Are beginning to stall

Climate Change Deniers

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

Climate Change Deniers

 

They looked us in the eyes

And said it wasn’t true

When it got a little late they said

There’s nothing we can do

 

So we went on with our shopping

Our burning fossil fuels

We went on with our partying

On the famous Ship of Fools

 

From the West Texas tornadoes

To the California fires

Give a nod and tip your hats

To the climate change deniers

 

We didn’t hear them then

The sayers and the criers

Against the echo chamber

Of the climate change deniers

 

We listen to them now

As the earth begins to burn

We smell their little lies

And their dirty little liars

Who never knew and never learned

The climate change deniers

 

Disproportionate Retribution

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GAZA

Disproportionate Retribution

 

During the October 7^th outrage

Hundreds were taken as hostages

Men were tortured and women raped

Thirteen hundred innocents were killed

 

In the ensuing war against Palestine

Nearly 40 thousand Gazans died

Nine thousand West Bank Palestinians

taken as leverage or punishment

Men and children beaten; women raped

Journalists killed and detained

 

Martial law is in effect

Israeli soldiers do as they please

Those who live in the Gaza Strip

Have been pushed from north to south

where they are cornered and trapped

Displaced from their homes

They run, they hide, the beg for mercy

Yet Israel has none to give

Netanyahu has executed mercy

Netanyahu has extinguished good will

Netanyahu has exterminated hope

At best it is disproportionate retribution

At worst it is genocide

At least it is unforgivable sin

Hang On!

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

Hang On

 

It rolls in like an angry sea

In waves of battering heat

Relentless and without mercy

It refuses to skip a beat

 

So hang on for a brutal ride

In the early days of June

Nowhere to run, just stay inside

And howl at the yellow moon

 

They warned us it was coming fast

They laid it out in stark detail

They put the flags at half mast

They delivered it in the mail

 

So now it is up to all of us

Let us do the best we can

Get on board the climate bus

For the final days of man

 

Maybe I exaggerate

Maybe it’s not so bad

Could it be it’s not too late?

It’s enough to drive me mad

 

127 Degrees in New Delhi

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

127 Degrees

 

127 degrees Fahrenheit in New Delhi

The hottest ever in the month of May

For as long as temperatures have been recorded

Do not let your children go out to play

For the seasons now are grossly distorted

Imagine a heat that rolls in waves

Just imagine the way it feels

You blame the sun for its brutal rays

You are certain it is not real

It beats you down like a runaway slave

Like a pain that never heals

 

One hundred twenty-seven degrees in May

How hot will it be come summer

Crops will fail, emotions will fray

The dumb will become even dumber

And no one knows what happens then

In the months of desperation

We’ll beg and plead to breathe again

We’ll remember that cool sensation

We will not look back at where we’ve been

We’ll pretend it never occurred

But there was a time we remember when

Our destruction was not assured