Saturday, February 04, 2023

World War IV

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS


World War IV

 

What if World War IV began

And no one bothered to tell us?

World Wars I and II were epic

Engaging all the nations on earth

There was no escaping it

World War III was the Cold War

Which never was cold

Ask Vietnam if the war was cold

Ask Korea and Nicaragua

 

Now we are engaged in a fourth world war

A war that involves all continents

A war that threatens all nations

A war of autocracy against democracy

China fights an economic war

Seeking dominance over precious metals

Exploiting an army of cheap labor

With Taiwan and Hong Kong in the balance

Russia fights the aggressive war in Ukraine

Proxy wars in Yemen and Syria

Mercenary wars in Africa

A world devastated by global warming

Reeling from the latest pandemic

Teeters on the verge of collapse

Moving thoughtlessly to World War IV

 

Thursday, February 02, 2023

Bolsonaro in Florida (Revised)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY


Bolsonaro in Florida

 

Bolsonaro bolted

Like the coward that he is

Lula de Silva won the election

Bolsonaro went to Florida

Was he greeted by DeSantis?

Fellow vaccination denier

Fellow virus minimizer

Did they toast the people they fooled?

Did they celebrate the truth they buried?

Did they mourn the people lost?

 

Did he join the Don at Mar-a-Lago?

Did they bring in the new year?

Did they plot the death of democracy?

Did they wonder what went wrong?

 

The new autocrats – Bolsonaro, DeSantis,

Trump – have all gone silent now

Are they huddled together planning

a brave new world?

Have they consulted the eastern star?

Do they dream a new alliance?

Will they rise or will they fall?

 

Go home Bolsonaro!

Go home and take your friends

The world has had enough of you

May your journey find an end

 

Wednesday, February 01, 2023

JFK

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: HISTORY


JFK

 

There are moments in our lives

Transcendent of all others

A loss that marks our souls

Like a sister or a brother

 

That day in Dallas sixty-three

Marked the sixties generation

The wound that made a nation bleed

Arrested our salvation

 

We had a dream of better days

A kinder fairer nation

That dream became a nightmare

A cold assassination

 

Someone somewhere has the answer

Who did the deed and why

The act that altered everything

The day our spirit died

 

We will return to Camelot

We take a solemn vow

Our promise and our faith renewed

A new world begins now

 

Monday, January 30, 2023

Thunder

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING

 

Thunder

 

It was January eleven

When lightning struck the heavens

Thunder rumbled across the sky

The eagle soared and the hawk cried

This night someone must die

 

It is the day of reckoning

All things must quake and fear

Behold the great forsakening

The judge is drawing near

 

We’ve lost all sense of order

All lines proclaiming borders

We wander through an endless night

Taking shells and mortars

 

The war we feared has just begun

There can be no more sorrow

For war is like a memory that

Lingers till tomorrow

 

There is no time for looking back

Reflections on the past

Thunder gives fair warning

Of lightning’s mortal blast

 


Sunday, January 29, 2023

Davos

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS


Davos

 

Gathering place of the elite elite

People of power and greed

They come together to shine a light

To decide what futures to seed

 

This is no place of morality

Though they maintain a good pretense

They wish to sustain their monopolies

And ensure a strong defense

 

Some say they’re a secret society

Some call them the ruling class

They’re the power beneath the power

Their reach is deep and vast

 

Davos is the frozen playground

Of the global wunderkind

But those who have exquisite wealth

Seldom have exquisite minds

 

Saturday, January 28, 2023

The Summit of Knowledge

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


The Summit of Knowledge

 

We are a unique species

Unique to the experience of life on earth

We are driven in the pursuit of knowledge

We have invented language to that purpose

We have invented writing and the printing press

We have invented science to reach higher

in the pursuit of knowledge

We have invented the arts and philosophy

to reach beyond the limits of science

We have invented computers and

advanced technology

We have invented and invested in institutions

of higher learning

We have pushed and prodded the depths

of human understanding

Higher and higher and higher we reach

until at last we have breached the very

summit of all knowledge

and we have come to this conclusion:

We know nothing

We have always known nothing

We will never learn for there is nothing

to learn beyond the simple facts

of life and death

We are here and then we are gone

We are alive and then we are not

We may choose to be good to each other

or we may choose to be cruel

It is better to be good. 

 

Thursday, January 26, 2023

The Chinese Curse

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES


The Chinese Curse

 

Covid is a disease

It is not a Chinese curse

The curse is their failure

to come forward with the truth

China, Brazil and Florida all

lied about their covid dead

The Chinese covered up the

origin and spread of the virus

They all covered up the infection

and the death rates

If you don’t test, you don’t diagnose

If you don’t diagnose it doesn’t exist

They practiced a policy of denial

Someday the truth will surface

It is emerging now in China

They failed to contain covid

They cracked down on the people

yet failed to control the spread

Now the crisis is imminent

and the world is intolerant

When you deny the truth

at a cost of countless lives

you sacrifice good faith

You are no longer trusted in

the community of nations

 

Wednesday, January 25, 2023

The Good War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


The Good War

 

War is never good

Nor can any war ever be considered great

There are wars that are justified

and there are wars that are not

There are wars that are necessary to the

sustenance of human civilization

and there are wars that are fought

for greed and power

 

We have had too many wars for

greed and power

We have had too few wars for freedom,

justice and democracy

We always fly the flag of patriotism

We always claim a righteous cause

Too often it is a lie

 

The wars in Afghanistan, Iraq and

Vietnam were lies

The war in Ukraine is not

The people of Afghanistan, Iraq and

Vietnam would not fight for our cause

for it was not their own

The people of Ukraine fight for their

own cause and welcome our assistance

 

Not since World War II has there been

a war so righteous

Not since WW II has there been

a cause so true

 

Ukraine is fighting for freedom, justice

and democracy against a brutal tyrant

War is never good but this war is

just and necessary

 

Monday, January 23, 2023

Israeli Democracy

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WORLD DEMOCRACY


Israeli Democracy

 

The people of Israel gather

in Tel Aviv’s Habima Square

by the tens of thousands

to protest Netanyahu’s attempt

to overturn Israeli democracy

 

He wishes to strip the judiciary

of its authority over parliament

and the Prime Minister

 

A government without judicial

review is not a democracy

A court without power is not a court

Democracy requires the rule of law

and an independent judiciary

The court is not an accessory

It is the heart of democracy

 

If you do not like your Supreme Court

ask yourself how it came to this

If the fault is in the process

change the process

If the fault is in yourselves

change yourselves

 

A people that does not value

democracy will surely lose it

 

Sunday, January 22, 2023

A New Day

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


A New Day

 

I’ve never seen a cloud

That did not dissipate

I’ve never faced a choice

That could not wait

 

Though it may barrel down

Like a shotgun blast

I’ve never seen a storm

That did not pass

 

The clouds that linger now

Will soon float away

The choices that are pressing

May press but will not stay

 

It is the way of life

That darkness comes and goes

Time may come a rumbling

But inevitably it slows

 

Though the winter of our sorrow

Seems it will not hide its face

The sun will rise, the morning glow

We will welcome a new day

 

Saturday, January 21, 2023

Ceaseless

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Ceaseless (for Ukraine)

 

Life is nothing if not ceaseless

It attacks like a plague of locusts

It imposes hardship after hardship

It test the limits of our endurance

It waits until we are vulnerable

It pounces like a hungry predator

Pounces when we’re defenseless

Leaves us bleeding and breathless

at the dark end of a forgotten alley

 

Life is often and repeatedly challenging

and yet we often and repeatedly survive

We are nothing if not resilient

Our most basic instinct is to defend

Stand strong and strike back

Exact a price for every blow

For every bead of sweat and drop of blood

 

We will not go down without a fight

We will fight for a thousand years

and still we will not yield

We will survive at all costs

We will prevail

 

Thursday, January 19, 2023

Zelensky Goes to Washington

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Zelensky Goes to Washington

 

Like Churchill back in forty-one

Zelensky goes to Washington

To secure our government’s support

To make his stand and hold his court

To shame those who defy him

If you dare to doubt just try him

He fights for all democracies

He curses the autocracies

Putin is his evil foe

If you didn’t, now you know

 

The Kremlin will take notice

Zelensky has our POTUS

Europe stands the rest

Don’t put us to the test

It is time for you to calculate

Ukraine as an independent state

What that means to you *

Depends on what you do

 

* Putin

 

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Depravity at Dnipro

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE


Depravity at Dnipro

 

When you have murdered civilians

by the tens of thousands

what prevents you from killing

thousands more?

 

When your crimes against humanity

are known to all the world

what constraints exist?

 

The devastation in Dnipro

summons memories of Dresden

Hiroshima and Nagasaki

The bombing of London

The massacres at Mi Lai, Sand Creek

Washita and Wounded Knee

War crimes and crimes against humanity

that had no military value

Murder for murder’s sake

Terror as a weapon of war

 

There can be no forgiveness

for crimes such as these

They must be entered in the book

of human depravity

Add Dnipro to the list

 

Monday, January 16, 2023

Till (on MLK Day)

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CIVIL RIGHTS


Till (on MLK Day)

 

A fine young man of fourteen years

He came down from the Windy City

He walked into a southern town

Where he found a woman pretty

He might have whistled

He might have smiled

The woman was offended

She was of gentile breeding

He was from slaves descended

 

Her husband and his brother

Took the boy away

They beat him down and cut him up

Put a bullet in his brain

They threw his body in the river

Where it drifted several days

When they finally pulled the body out

His bruised and bloated remains

His mother swore they would remember

The young man they had slain

 

The shocking death that shook a mountain

That echoed on the Hill

The boy they beat and shot that day

By the name of Emmett Till

 

Sunday, January 15, 2023

Deformity of the Soul

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS


Deformity of the Soul

 

Remember Richard, Lord of Gloucester

Killer of his nephews in the Tower

Whose deformity of the spine

Was so pronounced that dogs barked

As he approached them

 

Richard was a villain with a pleasing tune

He charmed his victims before the blade

 

It would be wrong to judge a man

By his physical deformity and yet…

Many lives would have been spared

Had Richard been judged by his

 

How much easier it would be if we

could recognize deformities of the soul

as readily as we do those of the body

for though they may not be clear to the eyes

they are exposed to the other senses

 

Those with deformed souls are clammy

to the touch, sour to the taste

There is a faint sound of moaning and

their smell is of rotting corpses

We need only get close enough to

touch, taste and smell them to know

and be forewarned

 

But who among us is brave enough

to venture so close and live?