Demolition Man

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP DAZE

 

Demolition Man

 

I am the Great Destroyer

I will lay your lands to waste

I have a thousand crooked lawyers

Just begging to take the case

 

I’ll take your country down

I don’t care how many die

I’ll shake the very ground

On which your families lie

 

Don’t tell me I can’t do it

By God I can and will

Watch! There’s nothing to it

How many can I kill?

 

Before my reign is done

The world will be a wasteland

The gods of war are stunned

When they peek at what I’ve planned

 

Give me more guns and treasure

Whole mountains will explode

They are living at my pleasure

They are following my road

 

It is the road to devastation

There’s no mercy to be had

Until they bow in subjugation

Their demise is ironclad

 

For I am the Demolition Man

No soul could take my place

I am your Retribution Man

I will demolish time and space

 

A Shadow over Taiwan

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

Taiwan’s Shadow

 

As the Iran War consumes our weaponry

Taiwan should be worried

While we’re obsessing with one enemy

The Chinese threat is stirring

 

If China attacked Taiwan

How would we respond?

Would we let them bang the gong?

Would we sever our long-held bond?

 

If we can strike a sovereign nation

Five thousand miles from home

Consider China’s strained relations

With those within its zone

 

They hammered down on Hong Kong

For daring to defy them

Striking Taiwan would be wrong

But how could we deny them?

 

We’ve overextended our military force

Far beyond what they can handle

It is time to set another course

Declare victory and light a candle

 

Drone Wars

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

Drone Wars

 

Drones kill without emotion

Without sorrow or remorse

Where humans might have other notions

Drones will stay the course

 

This is the way of modern war

Remote. Without a care

Annihilation. What’s the score?

In drone wars all is fair

 

Our drones are more efficient

They do not hesitate

Human war is not sufficient

To the modern warfare state

 

We’re raining terror in the Middle East

Our drones are everywhere

Our enemies must be deceased

We’ve got them in our lair

 

The days of war will never end

No soldiers and no blood

On drones and robots we’ll depend

No tromping through the mud

 

We’ll fight our wars remotely

No need to shed a tear

Drones and robots do not bleed

That future’s drawing near

 

 

Trade Realignment

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRADE POLICY

 

Trade Realignment *

 

Beneath the headlines of the day

The American Israeli war on Iran

A trade coalition came into play

In the arrival of a new dawn

 

Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay

With the European continent

The world need not wonder why

Trade with the United States is spent

 

This is the start of a realignment

That circumscribes American interests

Our former partners in consignment

Finding deals that serve them best

 

Some may cry America First!

Yet its effects may put us last

We could not have done any worse

Had we given Fair Trade a chance

 

Three more years of high inflation

Three more years of our decline

Three more years of degradation

As our proud nation falls behind

 

* EU-Mercosur Trade Agreement

 

 

Friend of the Devil

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LATIN AMERICA

 

Friend of the Devil

 

When you invite the devil into your fold

Even with virtue’s intent

A story of evil must be retold

Concerning a past that was bent

 

It is not a secret or mystery

What our Agency did in the past

Destroying Latin American democracies

With promises that did not last

 

Now Daniel Noboa of Ecuador

Has opened the gates to his nation

To fight in America’s cocaine wars

A dark and dismal invitation

 

Sheinbaum of Mexico turned us down

But Noboa opened the door

So our darkest operators are on the ground

No one knows what lies in store

 

Maybe they’ll fight the drug cartels

But it comes with an obligation

This is how so many democracies fell

And became subservient nations

 

 

Woe (Horrors of War)

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IRAN WAR

 

Woe (Horrors of War)

 

People of Israel

Look at what you have unleashed

A world of sorrow hate and grief

What horrors will unfold

 

People of America

Look at what you have enabled

A globe perpetually unstable

All progress is on hold

 

People of Iran

We’re sorry for your tragic state

A world in chaos is your fate

It is a world of woe

 

People of Iraq

What lessons have we learned?

Play with fire, you will get burned

The story has been told

 

People of the world

Hunker down and hold in place

The consequences we will face

This arrogance grows old

 

There are no words of comfort

There are only prayers for peace

Like a flower in the dusty earth

We will hope for war’s defeat

 

 

King of War

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR

 

King of War

 

They wouldn’t make me King of Peace

So I’ll be the King of War

Like Vladimir I’ll be the beast

Listen!  Hear me roar!

 

I’ll start off in the Middle East

No one’s done that before

You would not make me King of Peace

So I’ll be the King of War

 

Let’s have a war for Mexico

They haven’t done enough

From Chiapas down to Jalisco

Do not think that it’s a bluff

 

Ask Maduro in Caracas

What he thinks of me now

He went down without a fuss

All he could say was Wow!

 

Cuba’s just across the lake

No one likes them anyway

That would be a piece of cake

The avenger’s on his way

 

Next we’ll conquer Canada

They wouldn’t dare resist

Just like that war in Gren-ada

Let’s put them on the list

 

You all know what’s coming next

Greenland will be mine

It won’t even be complex

We’ll take them by design

 

They’ll all say I’m an awful man

But it wasn’t what I wanted

War was never in my plan

But now my house is haunted