To the people of Syria and Iraq,
there is much I want to say.
Though I am a lone wolf,
on your people, I don’t prey.
A haunting melody is haunted
by the innocent of your dead.
Their cries and pleas for mercy
go unheard through a sea of red.
You are not the chosen few,
and therefore, peace will never reign,
as you are again torn by war,
and those who kill you are insane.
The bodies of your dead,
are covered in a shroud.
And those who act like gods,
do worse than is allowed.
As refugees, you are not welcome,
though you’ve done no wrong at all.
You trudge through desert sands,
bereft of hope and so you fall.
Staring up at the merciless sun,
you wonder if you’ll rise again.
Too tired to whimper or to cry,
you close your eyes and say, “Amen!”
But your prayers are never heard,
and that is why I cannot pray.
For if prayers were ever answered,
in hell, your enemies would always stay!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland
Has the above picture ever ‘depicted’ life in the U.S.? Think on that while you’re gassing up the SUV to head to a Starbucks and then sit your ass down and do nothing for a few hours, then head to the store, pick up some items for dinner. And while your kids are in various rooms in your house, texting and screaming over their toys, for once think of what this country is doing to others in foreign lands. Think of them having to leave their homes over some shit we, the U.S. stirred up! Think on it!