Thursday, September 02, 2021

The Ganges (River Series)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES


The Ganges

 

The Ganges is a sacred river

To millions of Hindu followers

The embodiment of a goddess

They bathe in its sacred waters

 

They bury their dead in the Ganges

They dispose their sewage and waste

After centuries of endless pollution

The Ganges is a hopeless case

 

It was meant to purify humans

So the Hindu legends tell

But humans poisoned the Ganges

Turning heaven into earthly hell

 

Let us pray it is not too late

To turn the Ganges around

To cleanse the sacred waters

And reclaim a hallowed ground

 

Wednesday, September 01, 2021

Military Madness

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AFGHAN WAR


Military Madness

 

Three presidents elected on a promise

To leave behind the mess in Afghanistan

The military managed to ignore two

The third took a hard stand:

Get out of Afghanistan!

 

So now they take turns in a public lament:

We betrayed our allies and friends

Said what we said meant what we meant

America fights to the bitter end!

Look what happened in Vietnam!

Look what happened in Iraq!

It’s as if you don’t even give a damn!

 

To which our president proclaimed:

Exactly! Now bow your heads in shame!

You lied to Afghans when you said forever

We lied to our own when we said never

Again would we send soldiers to war

When we don’t really know what it’s for

We got our revenge we slaughtered AQ

After that we didn’t know what to do

 

You had three terms to get it done

Now you act like you’re oh so stunned

You didn’t even give it a try

So now it’s on you when people die

And still we don’t know why

 

 

Monday, August 30, 2021

Ida: New Orleans Survives

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE


Ida

 

Memories of Katrina haunt me

As if it happened yesterday

I want to scream at the TV screen:

Get out! You’re in the way!

 

Ida is category two and churning

From Havana to New Orleans

The roads are all jammed

The people are under warning

The fires of Hades burning

 

Will Ida hit like Katrina did?

Will the authorities be unprepared?

Will the lower ninth be flooded?

Will our sense of outrage be shared?

 

We have entered an age of tragedy

It often feels like the end of days

The chain of horrors relentless

Seems our legs are made of clay

 

New Orleans Survives

 

Ida hit the Gulf Coast hard

Like a bombardment of missiles

Like at twenty-foot wave

Like the breath of an angry god

Full of wrath wind and rain

 

The power died before nightfall

Leaving those who stayed behind

Hiding seeking shelter inside

They would baton down the hatches

They would fight back the storm

They would protect their belongings

They would protect their homes

They would do what they could

But the storm kept rolling

Churning like a beast

Spreading mass destruction

Like the Saint’s final feast

 

The people of New Orleans

Know they’re lucky to be alive

They have fought through the years

Self-assured they would survive

 

It’s not a war zone like Kabul

It’s not the end of a long drive

It’s a place where a culture

And its music still thrives

 

So help them through this crisis

As they suffer and we cry

We will do what it takes

To help New Orleans survive

Saturday, August 28, 2021

The Congo (River Series)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES

 

The Congo

 

You can hear the drums of the Congo

As if they were moving near

Charging western imagination

Filling our hearts with fear

 

Tarzan was lost in the jungle

That was fed by the Congo River

Where animals were wild and fierce

Making civilized people shiver

 

Alas the Congo was mostly myth

Invented by western writers

Reality is far more subtle

Than strange uncivilized fighters

 

The Congo feeds an abundant life

Its wildness is its glory

Without it so much life would cease

To shorten the planet’s story

 


Thursday, August 26, 2021

The Nile (River Series)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES


The Nile

 

The longest river on the planet

It shaped the lives of ancient Egypt

Gave birth to modern agriculture

Challenged our sense of entitlement

 

Cleopatra floated her royal barge

Down the waters of the River Nile

Mark Anthony and Julius Caesar

Made history for Shakespeare’s file

 

The granddaddy of African rivers

It feeds eleven modern nations

From Lake Victoria to the Mediterranean

It enabled an advanced civilization

 

Oh how we revere the River Nile

For its storied and mythical past

The river runs with an eternal force

Forever and always will it last

 

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

The Yangtze (River Series)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES


The Yangtze  

 

The longest river in Asia

Among the longest on the planet earth

As the birthplace of their civilization

The Chinese value its worth

 

The Yangtze gives and the Yangtze takes

Its yellow waters are a blessing

It is known for frequent flooding

Yet the people have learned its lessons

 

Some call it the river of sorrow

For it has claimed a great many lives

Yet the people give their humble thanks

For with the river all wildlife thrives

 

Monday, August 23, 2021

Mercenaries

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AFGHAN WAR

 

Mercenaries

 

Independent contractors

They don’t like to be called mercenaries

They don’t like to be called hired guns

Killers for pay

Have gun will travel

They answer to no one

They have no code of honor

They are torturers and war criminals

They are as old as war itself

 

So while we extend our forces

To evacuate diplomats allies and soldiers

Shed no tears for the mercenaries

Spill no blood for their safety

Let them find their own way home

 

One wonders what war would look like

If there were no hired guns

 


Sunday, August 22, 2021

Woe Afghanistan

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AFGHAN WAR


Woe Afghanistan

 

The Taliban is an ancient sect

Sharia law is primitive and cruel

We will oppose this way of life

We will oppose the Taliban rule

 

But we can no longer fight a war

That we could never win

Great armies fell on these grounds

And they will fall again

 

The Afghans must themselves prevail

For they have always known

While they oppose oppression

This oppressor is their own

 

Others cannot fight this war

As we have proven over the years

We gave our blood and treasure

We shared Afghani tears

 

But war cannot go on forever

When it depends on foreign might

We have reached our solemn limits

No longer will we fight

 

Saturday, August 21, 2021

Afghan Blame

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AFGHAN WAR


Afghan Blame

 

Do not play the blame game

In Afghanistan at this late date

The sun has long set

The writing on the wall

Has faded to dust

 

This tragedy was decades in the making

Three presidents have tried and failed

To withdraw from the endless war

If you need to blame someone

Cast your vision back to the beginning

When an inept leader

Demanded a war of vengeance

And lost interest when the mission

Lost its clarity

And the glory lost its luster

 

If you need blame

Look to our military leaders

Who year after year reported progress

When there was no progress

Who all but promised victory

When victory was a tortured mirage

Who refused to plan an evacuation

Despite many years of notice

 

If you need blame

Look to our intelligence agencies

Who have established a record

Of incompetence unrivaled

In modern history

 

If you need blame

Look to the chorus line of cheerleaders

And talking heads who demanded war

And now question the consequences

 

If you still need blame

Blame the hypocrites and warmongers

Blame the pimps of patriotism

Blame the foreign policy experts

Blame American exceptionalism

Blame the history of empires

Blame yourself

For not speaking out

Until now

 

Thursday, August 19, 2021

The Good War

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  GLOBAL POLITICS

 

The Good War

 

They called it the good war

(even those who called themselves

the antiwar movement)

They called it the righteous war

(the war with noble intent)

 

When we marched a million strong

Against the war in Iraq

Some of us said: This is not Afghanistan

This is Vietnam

 

They were wrong

They can rewrite history for a thousand years

They will still be wrong

Afghanistan was Vietnam

Afghanistan was Iraq

They were all wars for empire

They were never wars for liberation

They became wars of occupation

With puppet governments

Their own people could not stand

 

In the vast history of civilization

An occupying power has never liberated

A people without the people’s support

The people will always view an invader with doubt

The people of Afghanistan

Would not fight against the Taliban

The people of Afghanistan

Would not fight for American interests

The people of Afghanistan

Would not fight for women’s rights

The people of Afghanistan

Would not fight for American democracy

The people of Afghanistan

Are tired of war

 

They have fought for generations

Against more enemies than they can count

 

Leave them be

Let them determine their own destiny

We are not gods

We cannot tell them

What is worth fighting for

 

The war is over

Go home

 


Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Apology to Afghan Women

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AFGHANISTAN


Apology to Afghan Women

 

Is it better to have known freedom

And to have it taken from you

That to never know freedom at all?

 

Once upon a time we made a promise

We never intended to keep

We promised to give you liberty

A great and storied leap

 

But we did not keep that promise

And for that we apologize

 

Once upon a time we told the world

It was all about freedom and equality

The right to vote

The right to work

The right to speak freely

The right to an education

The right to worship as one pleases

 

We did not tell the truth

We fought for many reasons

But these were not among them

 

We fought for strategic advantage

We fought for an oil pipeline

We fought to prove to the world

That we were the baddest warriors

On the face of the earth

We fought for revenge

We fought for blood

 

We dropped our bombs and then forgot

We moved on to Iraq

 

We know now as our leaders knew then

It was a war we could not win

 

For that we must apologize

 

Monday, August 16, 2021

The Fall of Kabul

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS


Fall of Kabul

 

Kabul falls to the Taliban

The civilized world is in mourning

For those who fear theocracy

This serves as a dire warning

 

We knew this day was coming

Or at least we should have known

Through twenty years of occupation

Our fears have only grown

 

To the women of Afghanistan

Whose future looms most bleak

We offered many promises

We did not intend to keep

 

As you walk into a new world

Dark and shrouded in fear

You must find a path to hope

You must hold it near and dear

 

We must find a way to help

Without bullets and without bombs

We must isolate the Taliban

As we should have all along

 

Though we knew this day would come

We did not know when

Twenty years is a long time

To finally reach an end

 

Sunday, August 15, 2021

Haitian Woes

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR


Haitian Woes

 

Sweltering heat

Floods and raging fire

A pandemic in relentless waves

Poverty and homelessness

A legacy of slaves

 

Take all our sorrows

All our deepest woes

Compound them by a force of ten

We would still fall short of Haiti

Whose tragedies strike

And strike again

 

An assassin took your leader

The virus struck you down

Now an earthquake and tsunami

Bends you to the ground

 

There is no end to heartbreak

Your people have endured

There is no end to misery

Of that we are assured

 

Shall we offer you our helping hand?

Should we offer prayers instead?

Shall we help you with the living?

Should we help you count the dead?

 

Saturday, August 14, 2021

The Lies of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR:  GLOBAL POLITICS


The Lies of War

 

The lies of war begin

Before the last bomb explodes

Before the last civilian dies

Before we travel down this road

We need to know what the mission is

We need to know before we go

 

We were wrong to make Afghanistan

The playground for our wars

They should have known

What they were in for

We should have known

What was in store

 

This was Vietnam all over

Another dirty little war

We pretend we are the heroes

As we scurry for the door

 

We leave behind those who trusted us

Those who treated us as friends

We shrug and swear to heaven

This will never happen again

 

[Honor the warrior; despise the war.]

 

Friday, August 13, 2021

The Amazon (River Series)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES

 

The Amazon

 

The river that feeds a continent

That nourishes a vast rain forest

That mystifies the curious

And terrifies the adventurous

Holds secrets we have hardly glimpsed

Medicines to cure diseases

Formulae to life abundant

Lifeforms that defy all knowledge

Tribes that perfect new ways of life

 

The Amazon has stirred imagination

For as long as humans have been

It dares us to explore its mysteries

Defies us to make it home

 

Without the Amazon to cleanse the air

Our world would long have ceased

We thank the Amazon for its mercy

And promise to live in peace

 


Thursday, August 12, 2021

The Mississippi

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RIVER SERIES


The Mississippi

 

Old Sam Clemens steered his riverboat

Down the muddy waters of the Mississippi

Spinning yarns of childhood dreams

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn

 

The Missouri and the Mississippi

Split the north American continent

Lifeline along the continental divide

Heartbeat of a vast great nation

 

Those who have traced the great river

From her northern most birth

To her womb in New Orleans

Know the grandness of her waters

Her majesty and vulnerability

 

Men have tried to steer her course

With tragic and empty results

We have built towns in her path

And watched them mowed down

The mighty river will not be told

She is stronger than we are bold

 

We must learn what the riverboats know

Let the river flow where it flows