Sasha Skochilenko

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: RUSSIA

Sasha Skochilenko

 

She is an artist and musician

In an authoritarian state

She placed stickers against the war

An act that sealed her fate

 

Seven years in confinement

For speaking out against the war

If she speaks our again

She will get seven more

 

Such is the state of Russian oppression

It can’t abide the least expression

Of an individual point of view

Or conscientious objection

 

One wonders how very fragile

Their authority must be

To be afraid that one person

In a single moment is free

 

To protest a cruel and despicable war

Twenty thousand stand with her

Rest assured there will be more

For our emotions will be stirred

 

Sasha Skochilenko is paying a price

For failure to follow Big Brother’s advice

Her name and her cause must now be known

Until the mighty Kremlin at last atones

 

Jew Haters

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: PREJUDICE

Jew Haters

 

They have a long and storied history

They fueled the flames of World War II

They feed on hate and prejudice

It’s all about them against you

 

Do not indulge the Jew haters

The moment you do they’ll turn

They will label you discord creators

If they have their way you’ll burn

 

They want a distinct type of nation

The ones who worship wealth

The rest can serve in lowly stations

They’ll thrive by fraud and stealth

 

They want you to blame the Other

For all misfortunes that visit you

When really they would not bother

You can always blame the Jews

 

Do not be fooled by their deceptions

See through their cynical lies

If we don’t call it at its inception

They’ll come for us by and by

 

(for Elon Musk)

Numbers

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GAZA

Numbers

 

Numbers are not people

They do not bleed

They do not suffer

Their bones are not brittle

Their bodies do not break

 

Numbers are not people

But like words they tell a story

They tell ten thousand stories in Gaza

There are stories about schools

There are stories about teachers

There are stories about students

There are stories about children

Too young to go to school

 

There are stories about doctors

There are stories about nurses

There are stories about patients

There are stories about loss

 

Picture in your mind ten thousand stories

Hear them in your own voice

Feel them in your heart

Every one of them a tragedy

Every one a mother’s tears

Every one a father’s rage

 

Every one of them a vow of vengeance

Every one a life that won’t be lived

A memory that never fades

A trail of tears forever

 

No numbers are not people

But people become numbers in war

This war must come to an end

For humanity to be restored

 

 

Shame of the Nation

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

Shame of the Nation

 

To the shame of this great nation

And the electoral college scheme

We elected a golden-haired buffoon

With the power to end the dream

 

We now stand on the very threshold

Of a brutal authoritarian regime

All because we were confused

Between the party and the team

 

And so we voted for an ego

Who thought he was a mighty king

To the cause of his almightiness

Without pause he would do anything

 

Yes we voted for a senseless monster

And we might vote for him again

Just to witness his unhinged revenge

In the event that he should win

 

Say goodbye to our democracy

Say farewell to all our laws

As everything must now conform

To his divine and vicious cause

 

Inferno in Paradise

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CLIMATE CHANGE

 

Inferno in Paradise

 

The forests of Oahu are lush and green

The rainforest at Paradiso’s core

An event our eyes have never seen

Flames where they have never been before

 

As the earth begins a radical change

From its ceiling to its floor

We see things that are new and strange

We can foresee what is in store

 

The oceans rise to take the land

Great cities are no more

Get out now while you still can

The whole planet is at war

 

It is time for us to take a stand

This time it’s not a metaphor

Everyone must lend a hand

Young and old, rich and poor

 

We’re all in this together now

For better or for worse

We don’t know why or where or how

To fight this global warming curse

Diwali

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

 

Diwali

 

At the very moment of dusk

When the sun gives way to night

They lit two million earthen lamps

To commemorate the victory of light

 

All along the sacred river

The lamps lit up the night

Give praise to the Hindu god of Ram

Give praise to the triumph of light

 

At night they pray to the goddess Lakshmi

To bring good fortune and wealth

All India comes out to celebrate

Another year of balance and health

 

May the spirit of Diwali bless us

In the year of our great need

For now we pay back our debts

For all the years of careless greed

 

The World Goes On

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS

The World Goes On

 

I am the center of my existence

I live within my sphere

I have no war to contend with

I do not live in constant fear

I have no mortal enemies

I am not cursed with poverty

I do not suffer from disease

I have my own little problems

But I can handle them with ease

I have a sense of right from wrong

I understand the world goes on

 

The war is burning in Israel

The war continues in Ukraine

Global warming is wreaking havoc

From the Philippines to Maine

The cost of living seems impossible

Sometimes it all seems so inane

Synthetic drugs are killing us

Poison air and toxic rain

We all have our share of trouble

Many live in chronic pain

Some have said it all along

But the world carries on

 

Somewhere someone is hungry

Someone is on the run

Somewhere someone is wishing

All the misery was done

Someone has lost his mind

He’ll be purchasing a gun

There is no sense of justice

We will mourn for everyone

But in our hearts we know too well

From scarlet dusk to dawn

The world still goes on

 

Living with Fear

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

Living with Fear

 

We are but humans

We cannot live in constant fear

We adapt to our conditions

If danger is always everywhere

We alter our perception

We take it from the foreground

And push it to the back

If bombs fill the sky without relief

We keep our heads to the ground

We refuse to hear the sounds

Of bombs exploding, children crying

Whole buildings coming down

 

If suffering is a constant state

We change it to awareness

We are always on alert

We look for safe havens

We search the wastelands for relief

We find food and water

We find refuge from the storm

We live the lives we’re given

As fear becomes the norm

 

We no longer are afraid

And in moments of quietude

As rare and numbered as they may be

We pray that tomorrow it will end

We pray the bombs will not fall

We pray that suffering will mend

Until then we will survive

Until then we’ll stay alive

A Fool's Revenge

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ISRAEL AT WAR

 

A Fool’s Revenge

 

One thing is clear for all to understand

Israel has played into the enemy’s hand

 

The enemy struck like a thief in the night

Knowing that Israel would show her might

 

Their brutality came in the form of a dare

To strike back hard without mercy or care

 

What the enemy did deserves to be cursed

But Israel’s vengeance may well be worse

 

For the whole world rises in condemnation

Israel’s cruelty goes beyond salvation

 

The world has forgotten the original crime

The path to redemption is a long hard climb

 

The Censure of Rashida Tlaib

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ISRAEL & PALESTINE

 

The Censure of Rashida Tlaib

 

A curse on both your houses

How dare you use my name

To censure an honest colleague

For not bowing down in shame

 

She spoke her solemn truth

Though you may not like her tone

Few in congress will back her

But her beliefs are not alone

 

She speaks for those who have no voice

She speaks for those you do not hear

Though they are dying by the thousands

You refuse to shed a tear

 

Yes we cry for all of Israel

Should we not cry for Palestine too?

We will not cry for Hamas

Nor will we cry for Netanyahu

 

She speaks out against genocide

No matter what else you’ve heard

I you want to end the endless horror

You should take her at her word

 

Brain Drain in Moscow

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE WAR

Brain Drain in Moscow

 

They are leaving their homeland

They are leaving by the droves

They have lost all sense of loyalty

They have shed a heavy load

 

They do not leave because of courage

They leave because of shame

No longer can they bear the war

That’s being fought in their name

 

They are the brightest of their people

The kind who are not fooled

By the onslaught of propaganda

From the media to the schools

 

They leave behind the multitudes

Who lack the means of escape

Another legacy of their dirty war

Of torture, kidnap and rape

 

If you want to stop the brain drain

You must end your evil ways

End the reign of Vlad the Bad

End the terror in Ukraine

 

The Future of Europe

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: DEMOCRACY

The Future of Europe

 

John McCain is turning in his grave

His Grand Old Party is Putin’s slave

What horrors do we have in store?

The republic betrayed to its core

 

If they fail to fund the war in Ukraine

Who will stop the dictator’s train

That runs through Poland to Denmark?

The future of Europe begins to look stark

 

No one wishes to foment war

But we ask what is worth fighting for?

Do we stand for freedom and democracy

Or do we bow down before autocracy?

 

The time has come to raise a voice

We are given a clear, decisive choice

Will we stand with liberty in this fight

Or do we yield knowing it is not right?

 

The only path to a lasting peace

Is a path that rolls from west to east

Put the wannabe emperor in his place

To the great relief of the human race

 

Disproportionate Retribution

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: ISRAEL AT WAR

Disproportionate Retribution

 

Hamas lit the tinder box

Israel fanned the flames

But the tinder lay in Gaza

Long before it had a name

 

We know what you have suffered

As sentient beings we feel your pain

But how much more can we witness

Before your suffering is in vain?

 

We plead for your forgiveness

We beg you for relief

Too many children and their parents

Are buried in their grief

 

Too many innocents have died

To feed the gods of retribution

The cost is rising on both sides

Foreclosing hope for a solution

 

The ayatollah does not care

He wants this war to rage

He wants all of us to be scared

He does not want to turn the page

 

But Netanyahu is the same

He also needs the flames of war

For holy vengeance is his shame

He is a warrior to his core

 

If we want this war to end

We must take it in our hands

On love of peace we must depend

To heal this torn and ancient land