Saturday, June 06, 2020

Insurrection

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD SERIES



Insurrection

The uprising begins
The insurrection is upon us
Soldiers march on the streets of America
Our own against our own

Mounted police in the nation’s capital
Batons riot sticks and pepper spray
Facing down peaceful protesters
In the glaring light of day

The eyes of the world are watching
The earth bears witness to this offense
The official deployment of brutality
Against the right of the people to speak

The president declares insurrection
Swears an oath to beat them down
Like rabid dogs without homes
Put them in their rightful place
Restore law and order
As only brutes and monarchs can

Remember Kent State
Remember Ohio
Remember Jackson State
Remember Berkeley Square

The president declares war
On his own people
And we know how it ends
Someone must die
To appease the king
And uphold the lie
Of justice in America

Friday, June 05, 2020

Good People on Both Sides

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  GEORGE FLOYD SERIES


Good People

Some words never fade
They stick in your mind
Where you don’t want to look
And wait for a reckoning
A moment of clarity
When finally as if by magic
It all makes sense

Good people on both sides
Neo Nazis and civil rights protesters
Swastikas against peace symbols
Advocacy against insults
Reason against threats
Resistance against aggression

A woman crushed for taking a stand
Good people on both sides
A man killed for being black
Good people and bad apples

As the nation explodes in rage
Our president yields to silence
Except to encourage violence
Nothing against the racist extreme
Nothing against the white supreme
Blame it on antifa: the anti-fascists
Blame it on the leftist scourge
Get tough against the mob

Good people on both sides
Nothing about the man who died
Nothing to heal the nation’s divide
Nothing but MAGA pride

Good people on our side
The others are all terrorists
You know what we do with terrorists
Lock em up!
Crush em like cockroaches!
Stuff em in a cage!
Teach em a lesson they’ll take
To the grave!

Some words never fade
Some folks never change
Some are elected president
To remind us of our shame

Thursday, June 04, 2020

Burning Down Your Own House

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD SERIES



Burning Down Your Own House

Rage has no direction

It radiates like reflective light

You’re angry at the man

You’re angry at the world

Righteous anger is understood

But don’t burn down your hood

 

Been going on since the dawn of time

And nothing ever changes

We pretend to understand there’s a

Disease that infects the nation

But as time goes by we realize

It’s just another initiation

 

Our hearts grow cold and bitter

Our voices silent as a mouse

Anger burrows but it doesn’t help

To burn down your own damn house

 

The time will come as come it must

To turn the world around

Murder by the men in blue must end

It can’t be tolerated

The vast conspiracy of white silence

Must be terminated

 

It’s hard to wait another minute

But you know it does no good

To burn down the house of justice

When it’s in your neighborhood



Wednesday, June 03, 2020

Outside Agitators

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD SERIES



Outside Agitators

At the end of the trail
Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce
Stands with pride for his people
Saying: I will fight no more forever

At the end of a long bus ride
MLK sits in a Birmingham jail
And writes that justice is the rightful
Inheritance of all human beings

At the end of a dusty march
Cesar Chavez stands with the farmworkers
Of Solano and Bakersfield
To declare their right to organize

At the end of a long hard road
Steinbeck looks out across the great
Fields of plenty and proclaims the right
Of all men and women to live in dignity

At the end of a long futile campaign
To win final passage of the ERA
Bella Abzug declares that the age of
Gender inequality is over

In times of crisis at the end of the day
Leaders rise to the occasion
To calm a divided nation
To ease our collective pain
To bring us together
(if only for a moment)
To reassure and awaken our faith

At the end of a twitter rampage
Our president wonders aloud
If he can send his opponents to jail
If he can outlaw voting by mail
If he can order soldiers to crush
Protesters in the streets

In times of crisis
Leaders answer the call
Pretenders fall






Tuesday, June 02, 2020

Leadership in a Time of Crisis

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD / CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Leadership

At the end of the trail
Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce
Stands with pride for his people
Saying: I will fight no more forever

At the end of a long bus ride
MLK sits in a Birmingham jail
And writes that justice is the rightful
Inheritance of all human beings

At the end of a dusty march
Cesar Chavez stands with the farmworkers
Of Solano and Bakersfield
To declare their right to organize

At the end of a long hard road
Steinbeck looks out across the great
Fields of plenty and proclaims the right
Of all men and women to live in dignity

At the end of a long futile campaign
To win final passage of the ERA
Bella Abzug declares that the age of
Gender inequality is over

In times of crisis at the end of the day
Leaders rise to the occasion
To calm a divided nation
To ease our collective pain
To bring us together
(if only for a moment)
To reassure and awaken our faith

At the end of a twitter rampage
Our president wonders aloud
If he can send his opponents to jail
If he can outlaw voting by mail
If he can order soldiers to crush
Protesters in the streets

In times of crisis
Leaders answer the call
Pretenders fall



Monday, June 01, 2020

Up in Flames

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GEORGE FLOYD SERIES



Up in Flames

When flames broke out in Minneapolis
The soul of a nation caught fire
It might have been the world
From Moscow to Madrid
From Israel to Istanbul
From Panama to Paris
From Lisbon to London
Primed and ready to explode

Like that long forgotten summer
When Watts went up in flames
And the westside of every town
From San Diego to the coast of Maine
Balanced on the edge of eruption
Held their breaths
And waited

Strike a flint and watch it burn
People cannot hold in place
So long without giving way
Without finding some release
Without setting off a chain reaction
That reaches from the smallest village
To the vast metropolis of LA

Like that summer of 68
When the students of Paris
Claimed the streets demanding
Fundamental change
The authorities didn’t understand
They don’t understand today

We have reached a tipping point
We stand on the precipice
Of total cataclysmic destruction
There is no mother that doesn’t smell it
There is no father that does not sweat
The powder keg is filled to brimming
And no one is beyond the reach
Of its destructive pull

May cooler calmer heads prevail
May poets and preachers carry the day
This is not a time for vengeance
It is a time for common cause
A time for human kindness to rise
And unchecked anger to subside

We are all in this together
Heart to heart mind to mind
We are all in this together
And together we must find
A way out of this bind



Sunday, May 31, 2020

Protest in a Time of Pandemic

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Protest in a Time of Pandemic

The masses gather on the streets
Oblivious to the times
Rage surrounded by anger
Calls for justice shouts of indignation
Fear and fury grips the nation

They believe they’ve been granted immunity
By the righteousness of their cause
And the oppression of their community

The masses form a mob and push
A swirling wall of outrage
Chanting slogans waving signs
Demonstrating their despair
All while breathing toxic air

Swarming like disturbed hornets
Throwing elbows resisting calm
Taunting fingers seeking cover
Taking hits and shedding tears
While the cops exploit their fear
The gas swallows them whole
As they rush for shelter and affirm
A pledge of tribal unity

The right to gather in protest
The right to be heard
The right to live free and clear
May one day become
The right to die for your conviction

Some wore masks
Some did not
Some sought distance
Most forgot

Is it fair to ask
How many will die
For this one man’s brutal killing?



Five Days of Fury

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  GEORGE FLOYD SERIES


Five Days of Fury

Four days of civil unrest
Four days of building tension
Four days of subversion
By elements of anarchy
Lawlessness and looting
Incitement and instigation

Who are these insurgents
These promoters of violence
And division?

Anti-fascists or anarchists?
Agents of foreign interests
Hellbent on destruction?

On the fifth day they got their wish
Frustration turned to rage
And rage transformed to chaos
And chaos ruled the night
Like a demon shadow
In deadly flight

Detroit
A city long left behind
Chicago
Divide black and white
Philadelphia
Birth of a nation
Seattle
Youth against the fold
New York
Long suffering racial pain
Boston
A legacy of shame
Atlanta
City of segregation
Los Angeles
Watts never died
(it just faded away)

On the fifth day
The cops dropped their guard
And the battle began

On the fifth day
We held our breath and prayed

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Earth's Revenge

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


Earth’s Revenge

I’ve always sneered at people
Who assign human emotions
To inanimate things

A planet has no feelings
Its actions have no motive

It is it does that’s all there is
But consider this: 

All systems have defense mechanisms
The human body has antibodies
It employs in the destruction
Of viral enemies
Every society develops herd immunity
Antibodies on a grand scale

A planet is a system too
A contained system of great complexity
A system under constant attack
By the human species
A grand civilization dedicated
To destroying ecosystems
Threatening the health and balance
Of the whole

What if we are the virus?
What if the virus is the antibody?
The earth’s defense against us

Now it begins to make sense




Friday, May 29, 2020

The Fever

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Fever

Like a phantom in the depth of night
It creeps up on you
Taps you on the shoulder
Takes a bite

You wonder at the sudden chill
The sweat that crawls over you
Like a swarm of microscopic things
Like the warning you never saw
Before it was past too late

You’ve heard that taste and smell
Are dulled by the viral beast

You sniff the air
Nothing
Sniff the sheet

Fear grips you from the inside
Leaves you paralyzed
Staring like a fool
Into faraway empty skies

You don’t rush to the kitchen
You don’t take the test tonight
What if?  What if?

You wait
You take your time
You think
You prepare your mind

Eyes wide shut
Brain closed tight
Tension builds till morning light

Coffee never tasted so sweet




Thursday, May 28, 2020

The Fire

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


The Fire

A flame sparks in the east
Wuhan
And the president said
Not a problem buy some bread

Sparks burst into flames
Seattle
And the president said
Go back to sleep nobody’s dead

Flames erupt into fire
New York
And the president declared
Blame Obama if you’re running scared

Wildfire spread across the land
Detroit Chicago New Orleans
And the president fumed
Not my fault if we’re all doomed

Out of control raging fire
And the president steamed
Wake up wake up! it’s only a dream