Jack Smith and Jan 6

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

Department of Justice
Office of Public Affairs

Friday, November 18, 2022

Appointment of a Special Counsel

“Attorney General Merrick B. Garland announced today the appointment of former career Justice Department prosecutor and former chief prosecutor for the special court in The Hague, Jack Smith, to serve as Special Counsel to oversee two ongoing criminal investigations.”

Department of Justice – November 18, 2022

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Jack Smith and Jan 6

by Irene Fowler

Jack Smith could eat no crud or crow
His lawyerly act would only wax, flex, and grow
As exhibits, subpoenas and deps; fly to and fro
Under his keen prosecutorial lens and burning glow.


Floating like a butterfly, stinging like a bee
Of Special Counsel’s, a pugilisic Mohammed Ali
Weighing heavy, kingly matters, to be or not to be
Affecting Trumpian J-6, dark, dangerous, demented skies and seas.


Swimming with blood-curdling sharks, in fetid waters and cesspools
Nary a megahit ‘007’ action movie, rated thrilling or supercool
Albeit, a noble, herculean task for brave-lion-hearts
To rebuild and fortify, disintegrating rule-of-law walls and ramparts.


The armada of anarchists, nihilists and devotees of conspiracies
Mindless peons, victims of fear and deception, sailing on a fiery sea of lies
To overthrow the world’s most powerful, lodestar-democracy
Proud Boys, 3 Percenters, Oath Keepers; all, useful idiots for cruel fascism and supremacy.


Dark money groups, corrupt media and rogue powers that be
In on the grand con of a stolen election, fiendishly evincing malice and glee
Regardless of a failed insurrection to install a loser; punk-psycho-president
Still the potent ‘terminate the constitution’ bubonic plague, is yet existent.


Jack Smith: Cometh the moment, cometh the man
Heeding the call to thwart autocracy’s masterminds and wily plans
Thrust into croc swamps, thorny thickets, and choking noxious weeds
A man for all seasons, fearless champion of democracy’s flower, fruit, and seed.


© 2023 by Irene Fowler

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