Trophy World!

save cecil the lion

They look upon me as though I’m game
like ‘Cecil’ in his kingdom.
They shoot me just for sport;
these men so short on wisdom.

This hunter’s paradise
is hell on earth for me.
And the white man with his gun,
to kill would pay a fee.

Can you see the correlation
between Cecil and my ass?
To the white man, we are animals;
we are in the same class.

Hunting season never closes
for the Black man in this land.
Where is the petition to save me
from death at the white man’s hand?

How can you be so blind
to the trophies in the morgue
of all the Negroes killed
by killer cops gone rogue?

We must save the lion.
 So pass the petition, please.
Send it to my mother,
her heartbreak, it will ease.

You see, her son,  was killed
by hunters shooting game.
They shot him just for sport
and never knew his name.

So, pass the petition, please!
Let’s save a lion or two.
But when it comes to me,
a petition just won’t do.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

US, EU: Save Africa’s lions!To US and EU authorities:

As concerned citizens deeply disturbed by the tragic killing of Cecil the lion, we urge you to act swiftly to stop the decline in lion populations across Africa. We call on you to ensure they are classified as an endangered species and ban the import of any hunting trophies that threaten the survival of these majestic animals.

And now, I have a petition!

US, EU: Save Negro lives in America!

As a concerned citizen deeply disturbed by the tragic killings of Negro people in America, I urge you to act swiftly to stop the decline in the Negro population across America. I call on you to ensure they are classified as an endangered species and ban the hunting and killing of Negroes by Caucasians as this threatens the survival of these majestic human beings! I would sincerely appreciate it if you would add the Negro to the endangered species list and act appropriately to put a halt to open hunting season on the Negro population.

signed, Shelby I. Courtland

Anybody else want to sign THIS particular petition? Step right up!

* crickets chirping*

I am getting real tired of this hypocritical shit! Caucasian man with money jets off to Africa, pays a hefty fee, kills ‘Cecil, the lion’ and all hell breaks loose.(Can anyone say, “White privilege?”) “Put that Caucasian motherfucker down and use his own gun to do it!” is basically the cry but when the Caucasian motherfucker hunts the Negro down in America, day in and day out, shoots him/her like they are hunted game, filling up morgues all across America with dead Negro bodies, where are the petitions calling for that shit to cease and desist? You don’t fucking think that the Negro in America is an endangered species? You don’t read the goddamn news? You don’t notice all of the YouTube videos depicting killing chokeholds, Black children getting gunned down in parks, Black women getting mysteriously murdered inside jail cells over a minor traffic infraction? You don’t see any of that, do you? But you do see innocent ‘Cecil, the lion’ don’t you? Because of course ‘Cecil, the lion’ was innocent and all of those hunted down and murdered Negro bodies were somehow deserving of their fate, weren’t they? Yeah! Protect the lions, fuck the Negro! You goddamn pretentious, hypocritical assholes make me want to puke and spit over your goddamn selective ass outrage! Fuck you and fuck your goddamn lame ass petitions!

A Slave Woman’s Lament

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I’ve been down so many lonely roads
and I’ve scuffed so many shoes.
I’ve sat on old tree stumps
and I’ve quietly hummed the blues.

I’m just a tired, old woman now
with the wisdom learned from living.
And if you ask for my advice,
take from me what I’ll be giving.

There’s no secret to a long life;
 no magic formula to keep you going.
It’s not about how hard you work.
Just do your best to keep love growing.

I could tell you that it’s easy,
that it’s all a piece of cake.
But you need someone to love
and when he’s gone, it leaves an ache.

You feel it down and you feel it deep.
It hurts to even think.
And when you try and keep it in,
you just might turn to the devil’s drink.

My man, he done left my side
and I want to be with him.
And so I walk these lonely roads,
I wait for the light of day to grow dim.

My eyes have turned so yellow.
No more suffering will they see.
I’m now down to skin and bone.
Soon, no more worries will bother me.

There he is, I can see him.
He’s waving for me to come.
I’ve reached my final resting place.
We’re where the slavers stole us from.

Together, we walk hand in hand
towards the blazing sun.
We cross the burning plains of home.
Our new journey has begun.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Cars And Boats And Gold Don’t Matter!

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When I’m gone, I’ll miss the sunrise
that can’t warm the coldest grave.
When I’m gone, I’ll miss the ocean.
I’ll not ride another wave.

When I’m gone, I’ll miss the flowers
that I never smelled anyway.
I just took them all for granted
and now, they bloom while I decay.

When I’m gone, I’ll miss the love
that I never did return.
I was too busy earning money
and your love, yes I did spurn.

When I’m gone, who will miss me?
Will my boss for whom I’ve worked?
And will my children come to see me
after they’ve covered me up with dirt?

Before I am gone, I must realize
what is important and what is not.
It’s time to love and smell the flowers
before they lower me in my plot.

Never think that there’s tomorrow.
for it may never come.
Cars and boats and gold don’t matter
when for you, death beats the drum.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Every now and then, I try and take time out from posting about all of the horrors that we are besieged with every day; whether it be from genocide, wars, poverty, inhumanity, racism, hate, materialism and I could go on and on. Think of all the people that set out yesterday, heading to their jobs or to school or wherever and think of all the people that you see, staring down at a phone while walking into you or into a pole. Think of the people that lust and never love. Think of all the people that are busily attempting to amass a fortune and yet, have no idea what it is like to sit down and simply breathe and know what it is to love and to be loved. Think of all those people that have dropped dead and they really had no idea what was really important.

There is nothing so important on the screen of a phone because if it is, why just a few decades ago, were we having no problem in not having a phone everywhere we go? Now, it is unthinkable to even walk around the house without knowing where the smartphone is. It is unthinkable for many to stand outside for a few moments and look up at the sky if you don’t live near a park. It is unthinkable for many to remember that there is more to life than expensive cars, boats, big houses and bulging pockets. When we lost sight of this, we lost a lot. And I for one, don’t think we will ever get that back. More’s the pity. But I post this anyway. Maybe, someone can recall a time before smartphones with apps told us how to live, what to eat, where to shop and who to ‘like’.

I’ve Been Down The Darkest Road!

darkest road

A land more kind than home,
I exchange for a cold nowhere.
There is danger at the border.
And I haven’t got a prayer.

I sense thunder in the distance,
to the cliff, I must draw near.
My back is to the edge;
eyes wide in watchful fear.

The final truth, I seek,
taking secrets to the grave.
The priest must stand alone.
My confession, to him, I gave.

The gods of guilt are here
from the City of Countless Lies.
My tortured soul seeks shelter.
Death takes me by surprise.

A cry, I hear so close
from my lips of icy dread.
I am lost to all of earth
and must walk among the dead.

On cursed ground, I stand.
No proof of life, I see.
The innocent all lie sleeping.
I have met my enemy.

Oh mirror to my soul,
I request respite tonight.
I’ve been down the darkest road.
Pray, lead me towards the light.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

All Hail, The Mighty Supremes!

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The Supreme Court has blocked Obama administration rules designed to sharply limit the hazardous air pollutants that spew from the nation’s power plants.

The justices by a 5-4 vote agreed with the coal industry and Republican-led states that said the forced cutbacks were too costly and could lead to power outages.

Justice Antonin Scalia, speaking for the majority, said it was not reasonable for the Environmental Protection Agency to proceed with the new rules without weighing their cost, estimated to be about $9.6 billion a year.

 

So, let me get this straight, we can only have clean air, water and food if it is cost-effective to do so and if it is not cost-effective, then to hell with clean air, water and food. We are certainly in good hands thanks to those ever so environmental-friendly Supreme Court justices. The planet which sustains life is being destroyed as are we because it is not cost-effective to reduce the pollution that is killing the planet and all living things on it. This leads me to ask a question. When will someone figure out that the Supreme Court justices should be locked up in a psychiatric hospital? I ask this because it is extremely clear to me that they are insane and what is equally clear is that they are receiving bribes and kickbacks from the coal industry and every other polluting industry and that this in turn has rendered the Environmental Protection Agency, impotent. There is to be no protection of the environment because to hell with the environment, only bulging pockets should be protected. I suppose the Supreme Court justices all live in a bubble and do not breathe the same air that we do, they must not eat the same foods that we do, nor drink the same water that we do since it is quite apparent, that they are not at all concerned about what goes in their pie hole and up their goddamn nose. Let us all celebrate our imminent demise.

 

And speaking of imminent demise, the Supreme Court also decided that those who are on death row can just writhe in agony as they are put to death thanks to their support of a drug that has been known to have no efficacy in controlling pain during surgery and cannot be used, but this drug is acceptable to be used on those who are cooling their heels on death row when the time comes for them to be put to death because killing people always solves everything. It brings ‘closure’ to the victim’s family, I suppose. There is no ‘closure’ more final than death, but to take a life for a life could never make it right. State-sanctioned killing should be as unacceptable just as if I walked up and killed my neighbor.

The conservative majority ruled that to prohibit the use of midazolam, a sedative that has left some death row prisoners seemingly able to feel pain from the next two drugs in a three-drug cocktail, would have unfairly tied the states’ hands.

Justice Samuel Alito wrote the 5-4 decision for the argumentative court. All four liberal justices dissented vehemently; two said capital punishment is probably unconstitutional and urged the court to consider a broad challenge in the future.

WOW! Two Supreme Court justices stated that ‘capital punishment is probably unconstitutional’ but the law of the land still calls for capital punishment by means of a drug that doesn’t even work. The Supreme Court is on a roll, indeed.

And so we come to the greatest ruling of all, same-sex marriage; now the law of the land. Get out the banners, march in the parades and line up at city hall or whatever church will have you and join in ‘wholly’ matrimony. Those of you who are celebrating same-sex marriage, don’t breathe too heavily a sigh of relief because the air is filled with toxins, thanks in part to those same Supreme Court justices that granted you the right to marry also deemed it too expensive to keep you healthy, while allowing death row inmates to writhe in agony. Enjoy your time with each other while you can for death creeps ever closer and if by some chance, your love fades for your lover, try to desist from killing him/her, especially in a state that still allows for the death penalty because again, the same Supreme Court justices that granted you permission to marry also maintains that there does not have to be put in place, a way to send you off to your reward, humanely.

In This World Of Illusion!

world of illusion

In this world of illusion
no people are truly free.
Smoke will rise forever
from sea to wine dark sea.

On the brink of yesterday
lies the Palace of the Skulls.
Footlights on a hero;
the sheep to sleep, he lulls.

The spies have eyes ‘most everywhere
like gods upon a mountain.
And men in blindness lead
the sheep to a poisoned fountain.

This partnership in death
will end at Doomsday Creek.
And naked are the liars
as they appear to us and speak.

It is now or never
for the banquet ends at dawn.
And an omen of ill wind blows
when innocent blood is drawn.

Make haste or our world is lost.
Build your army out of need.
Turn back the hands of time
to when man was without greed.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

I Could Not Profit Off The Pain!

hospital bed

I take the suffering of others
and I load it onto my plate.
I keep hearing that someone’s dying.
There’s been a lot of that of late.

I hate to ask about someone
for I know just what I’ll hear.
The sad news comes from everywhere;
both from far away and near.

Poor Sally, she has cancer
and it’s ‘terminal’, she’s been told.
Jack, he has it too
and his daughter is six year’s old.

Oh where are all the advancements
that they promised us would come?
Need we still be dying from cancer
though we pay a princely sum?

Who benefits from all the wealth
that sickness generates?
And who sits back and watches
patients in pain that excruciates?

I could not profit off the pain
and the death of so damn many.
I could not go to sleep and dream.
My conscience would disturb me plenty.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

It has gotten so damn bad that I hate to even ask about people that I haven’t seen in awhile. I keep getting the same answer. They’re dying of cancer. So many people, dying from this and yet the claim is that cancer will be eradicated by 2050. Yeah, dream on!

Behold, The Face Of Evil!

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They picked him very carefully as all the world can see.
He’s easy on the eye and with a great personality.

Those who went before him set the stage for what would come.
He’s like a phantom in the night; we ask, “Where is he really from?”

Oh how little did we know, he’d bring destruction in his wake.
No Robin Hood he is, from the rich he does not take.

He’s a banker’s friend; a corporate tool who’s sent us spiraling down.
He hails from a gangster’s paradise in a city called, “chi-town.”

He’s led us straight to hell and he’s smiled the journey long.
We crashed upon the rocks as though he’d sung the siren’s song.

What’s left is barren land and the poor are all but dead.
Those who could not lose, put a bullet through their head.

The serfs are drudging painfully as they keep the rich afloat.
They’re scared to make a sound; they dare not rock the boat.

Their fate would be just like the rest; that’s not to be endured.
The Black man lent his face and the white man was assured,
that all would be as he declared; no detail left to chance.
The white man pulls the strings of the Black man in the manse.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2013 Shelby I. Courtland

The white puppet masters are pulling the strings behind the charming, smiling, engaging, false, fake-ass face of Barack Obama, a puppet bought with blood money. He is a willing tool for those who consider themselves to be the elite. They are nothing more than worthless scum, depraved, lying, greedy, deceitful crooks with no compassion or morality. They are why we are constantly at war. They are why people are working for poverty wages. They are why we have homeless, hungry and uninsured people in this world. The hopeless, sunken eyed, gaunt people of the world watch and they wait……and they die because billions of people, as far as the elite fucks are concerned, are expendable and don’t deserve to live. If you are reading this, then you are just as expendable to those nasty bastards as I am and they will soon make a believer out of you! Don’t think so? Wait for it and I feel that you will not have long to wait!

Don’t Listen….

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As you place your presents underneath a dead tree,
forget about the homeless and their children who are hungry.

While you laugh and sing over brandy and champagne,
forget about the addicts that are strung out on crack cocaine.

When you visit friends and relatives to exchange your gifts,
forget about the tired workers that have worked two shifts.

Since you can’t be bothered to count one blessing,
forget about the prisoners that were tortured into confessing.

Whereas you are privileged and cocooned in your little world,
don’t listen to the prophecy that a messenger will herald.

Ignorance will no longer be bliss and neither will it shield,
all from what is coming and soon shall be revealed.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Never!

Black soldiers shedding tears

I refuse to pick up a weapon and fight for AmeriKKKa.
Never will I defend a nation of hypocrites.
Call me unpatriotic and it pleases me no end.
Why should I fuel the war machine of plutocrats?

When the world looks to America for leadership
what it gets in return is air strikes and drones.
How can other nations applaud this one,
when America has tapped into all nation’s phones?

Has this nation ever not been at war within itself?
So many mothers are scared for their sons and get worried.
What about the hate that carries a badge and a gun?
That is why so many Black and Brown bodies are buried.

Why do you fight for a country that hates you?
What is the matter with your fucked up thinking?
Do you know your history in this shithole?
Black people, you are not swimming, you are sinking.

You say the past should stay past and be buried.
Tell that to the Black men locked up in prisons.
What say you about the shackles on their feet?
Remember, like you, they too had ambitions.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

What the fuck are you crying about? You fucking signed up to get shipped out to kill for some shit that would just as soon kill you as look at you and you want to fight THEIR wars? What’s that got to do with you? You’re not fighting for democracy and freedom because YOU ain’t got none! Where the fuck is democracy and freedom for Black people in AmeriKKKA? Unless you think that killing Black men and beating the hell out of Black women and raping Black women all across AmeriKKKA is some form of democracy and freedom, and if that’s the case, then you need your head examined. Again, what the fuck are you crying for? You know the goddamn score!