Four Problems And One Solution

Guess Who

They see him here; they see him there
Those weaklings see him everywhere
Is he in Heaven or is he in Hell
That damned evasive n’er-do-well?

He breaks the law; makes a bundle what’s more
And rules his roost with profits galore
Is he a king or an elder of note
Or simply a liar who gets your vote?

He claims to love God but waves the rod
To villainous allies he bestows the nod
Is he a saint or an obdurate sinner
Who breaks the law yet remains a winner?

He rules the roost like an irate swine
When criticised he play-acts divine
Is he a statesman who achieves election
Or a mobster who spruiks in a wicked direction?

He plays golf too often instead of working
When virtue is needed he is endlessly shirking
Is he a hedonist as well as a deceiver
And does he exploit each naive believer?

He speaks of himself with untoward zeal
And if he met Satan he’d do a deal
Is he for fascists a last lingering hope
Or is he just simply a prosperous dope?

Robber Don And His Mad Crew

Robber Don and his mad crew spread a hullabaloo
Their brains left behind for a dollar or two
Saw-brain Cain uses legerdemain to cut every cost
Brings tragic harm with alarm so much of value lost
Smarty Pants seeks to advance by wearing liars’ hats
He tells lies we all despise about humans eating cats
Brainless Bob a sickening slob is decidedly obscene
He halts the use and gets abuse by banning a vaccine
Floozy Susie so very newsy manages the cops
Writes reports and then cavorts to cover up the flops
Molly Big Mouth daily sells the odd views of the boss
Because she lies to eulogise she is a total loss
The Boss of State, so irate, is alas much drearier
He’s a reason the promised land is sadly made inferior
The Secretary Of The Fence is naively unsuspecting
And so he hides his sordid past to prevent detecting
The Energy Clerk has many a lark to cleverly entice us
He fakes the truth and is aloof about the climate crisis
Nigel Worth sadly gives birth to a tariff trade agenda
He’s irate, generates hate and is just a sick pretender
Pedagogue Tess spreads duress and slyly vows to cut
Abandons rules, closes schools and is every way a nut
Cruel Ted the Ice-man sees nothing finer than dread
When all aliens plead for pity he exports them instead
So citizens awaken and toe the brave new line
Obey the new rules faithfully and things will be fine
Cast off all tradition to show your true submission
Give true praise to Robber Don and his noble mission
Let the land at his command become a new America
Then dare to taste the glory of our United Esoterica*

*Secrets known only to an initiated minority.

On Ersatz Antisemitism

We are killing children by starvation.
It is justice for crimes against our nation. Bravo!
Old folk die in multiple numbers.
Their death is what true justice encumbers. Bravo!
In a violent manner all homes are riven.
For our worthy cause we are forgiven. Bravo!
Innocents die in a quest for food.
We have excuses so don’t be rude. Bravo!
Journalists perish when seeking news.
A reason for this killing boldly ensues. Bravo!
Hospitals shatter both bombed and shelled.
The excuse is that felons are thus expelled. Bravo!
Many doctors meet a terrible end.
Yet all censure now is round the bend. Bravo!
In this land under fire no one can escape.
So the enemy’s zone is a lunar landscape. Bravo!
Thousands have died for a valid reason.
We refuted the claim that’s the silly season. Bravo!
It’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
We justify murder and need no proof. Bravo!

O hear ye! Hear ye! Hear ye!

That voice of vengeance has no defence.
For in reality it is but pretence.
This is not matricide, patricide, fratricide.
But must be defined as genocide.
In the annals of life you will be remembered.
With the false claims of honour fully dismembered.
Yes, justice demands valid words from a critic.
And to hell with your claim that they’re antisemitic.

On A Mad Ruler

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;
Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know

Percy Bysshe Shelley: “England In 1819.”

Just look at you, affirmed non compos mentis
You remind me of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Caught up in deeds beyond your control
That mark you as a plain to see lost soul
What you do reflects your madness
As your every action generates sadness
That brain is fain to weird legerdemain
You’re stupid, foolish, witless, insane
When your lackeys try to hide your insanity
They cannot conceal the appalling mundanity
You speak so loudly but get things wrong
As you vainly sing a figurehead’s song
You haven’t read a book since Adam wore tights
Market reports are your only insights
So much that you do is a ghastly mistake
But all your henchmen deny you’re a fake
They cover your tracks like obedient slaves
Concealing your status as one who depraves
You are dead to the world like a withered flower
Yet you’ll still do anything to retain power
That’s your deal as you steal with pomposity
And your dutiful herd venerates your monstrosity
So heed me now the hour has come
For your timely demise to the beat of our drum

The Power Of Memory

So you think I am fragile because I am old
But there is a strong point that makes me bold
You see there are memories within my mind
That give me a vision sans which I’d be blind
I was there when Hitler crushed all debate
And lied through his teeth to make Germany great
I heard Joe McCarthy spread unnerving dread
By painting the innocent a high-risk red
I noticed a liar condone an attack
So thousands died when he conquered Iraq
I was there for Hiroshima’s genocide
And winced at that heartless homicide
With Gaza I abhor still the grim annihilation
And weep for that suffering generation
And I’ve seen a stark felon rise to the top
And turn each vile scheme into a mic drop**
Yes, those were the ways villains gained domination
And each sordid outcome wreaks abomination
But yet undaunted I remember revolutions
That defy the evil and offer solutions
I was there when Roosevelt wrought the New Deal
To make every poor man’s survival real
I was there when the Declaration Of Human Rights
Showed a universal way to countervail fights
I was there to teach a child to write
And she grew up to inspire the world to unite
This above all I once fell in love
And I knew then more wonder than the stars above

** The act of dramatically dropping a microphone after a performance or speech to show that what has been said or done cannot be challenged or bettered.

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