Join The World Wide Movement Goddamn It!

globalization

When the parasites have sucked us dry and evil rules the day,
we’ll turn upon each other as the ‘Hunger Games’, we’ll play.

One by one, we’ll be picked off; the lords will slap their thigh.
The ruling class will drool as they watch the peasants die.

We need no drummer’s beat, this is no marching band.
No dress rehearsal needed, the final act is planned.

Before the day is done, will our numbers shrink or gain?
Or will the movement grow just like a spreading stain?

Fear is not our friend, it’s the enemy don’t you see?
They want us to give up, and never to be free.

Some have lost it all, they’re hollow-eyed and gaunt.
Others lie in graves; their spirit’s on the haunt.

Need we all succumb to the lords’ decree for us,
when they throw a hungry victim underneath another bus?

The battle will be long and there is no way to know
if we will be victorious in vanquishing our foe.

There soon will be no option as it all comes to a head.
Either we engage the enemy or we will join the dead.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

This is an old post of mine which I think is extremely relevant today as we need to get up off our ass and get to it! America is lagging behind the rest of the world in going the fuck off! Yes, there are signs of an awakening in America to the fact that since the shit has hit the fan, it ain’t gonna cease and desist fucking us up and we’d better act like we know! The so-called ‘elite’ motherfuckers that have taken charge of this here show are playing for keeps and they ain’t hardly playing with us. Get fed up with lies and propaganda. Get fed up with the fact that shit is being shoved down our throats and we’re told that it’s beef, so swallow it! To hell with that shit ’cause it is indeed shit, see? And I for one, don’t want to hear that we should just wait on those worthless motherfuckers to get an epiphany and let up. Ain’t gonna happen! Greed is a parasite and it’s taken over the host and the host wasn’t hardly putting up a fucking fight to begin with!

We have got to show the rest of the world that not all of us are hypnotized, clueless, ignorant and some more shit! We either get prepared for some real Hunger Games or we get prepared to meet this shit, head on! This ain’t no time to sleep! It is war! Ain’t no goddamn peace!

Join The World Wide Movement Goddamn it!!!

Join The Movement!

globalization

When the parasites have sucked us dry and evil rules the day,

we’ll turn upon each other as the ‘Hunger Games’, we’ll play.

One by one, we’ll be picked off; the lords will slap their thigh.

The ruling class will drool as they watch the peasants die.

We need no drummer’s beat, this is no marching band.

No dress rehearsal needed, the final act is planned.

Before the day is done, will our numbers shrink or gain?

Or will the movement grow just like a spreading stain?

Fear is not our friend, it’s the enemy don’t you see?

They want us to give up, and never to be free.

Some have lost it all, they’re hollow-eyed and gaunt.

Others lie in graves; their spirit’s on the haunt.

Need we all succumb to the lords’ decree for us?

When they throw a hungry victim underneath another bus.

The battle will be long and there is no way to know

if we will be victorious in vanquishing our foe.

There soon will be no option as it all comes to a head.

Either we engage the enemy or we will join the dead.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

Throwing In The Towel

fist

I am tired and I am shattered and before in tears I drown,
I shall put away my pen, as I exit with a frown.

I wish to thank you very much for stopping by and all,
I shall not listen to the cries; nor will I heed the writer’s call.

I’ve struggled with my faith and the battle has been lost.
I’ll settle in with winter and await the first cold frost.

I am bitter and I am angry and I have such great contempt
for those who hate the ones who are homeless and unkempt.

I have tried in every way to not concede the fight,
but the price is just too high; there are none to see the light.

I’m pummeled here and pummeled there and though the cause is just,
there are way too many issues and another one bites the dust.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

Many times, those of us who care so very much for others feel as though our very spirit is being pulled from us. Even though we may be perceived as strong, we do have our weak moments. We ALL do. The point of the above poem relates to the struggle within myself. It is the struggle of those who have compassion, empathy, concern and sensitivity for the so-called underdogs of our society, those who are the left behinds, the forgotten. My struggle is so overwhelming because I walk the mean streets and I look and I listen and what I see and hear just breaks my heart! I see the ignorance. I see the cruelty. I hear the moans. I hear the pleading voices, begging for help. And I can do so little. The leaders of this country need to take a walk with me. But the question is,”Would it do any good?”

…and no, I am not conceding the fight. I am just conceding that  sometimes the force that is what makes me, me just has to push back, has to acknowledge that I am but one person and there will be times when I will falter and want to surrender, give in to hopelessness and so it helps to write about this frustration and that is where this poem came from.

After faltering, the battle for peace resumes!

If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Frederick Douglass

For Fifty Years

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr

For fifty years, we have tried and we have cried.
For fifty years, you have lied and we have died.

For fifty years, we sought to integrate.
For fifty years, you’ve shown us only hate.

For fifty years, we had a dream.
For fifty years, you took the cream.

For fifty years, we have been dragged back.
For fifty years, our crime is that we’re Black.

For fifty years, we have endured discrimination.
For fifty years, we have been the face of incarceration.

For fifty years, we have been a victim.
For fifty years, we have not known freedom.

For fifty years, we were denied an education.
For fifty years, we now demand an explanation!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

This is a follow-up to the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington. I refuse to be a victim anymore. I refuse to accept 2nd class citizenship. I refuse to accept voter disenfranchisement. I refuse to flinch in the face of racism. I refuse to go back in time. Fifty years later, with my head held high, for every law that is passed to dismiss me as a human being, I will not quietly submit to that humiliation! I throw the gauntlet down! This battle rages on!