…And Here Are The Buckets!

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The gospel of peace is what was preached
 but into his pants, for a gun, he reached.
You thought you were safe inside hallowed walls
 but no matter where you go, hate slithers and crawls.
Hate does not listen to sermons and hymns.
You cannot fight from whence hate stems.
It is learned and it is carried forth
 to the east, the west, the south and the north.
You try to escape from the hatred of terrorists
 just as you’ve run from the slavers and the rapists.
You sought out their god to take away your pain.
And you trusted in their god, but your trust was in vain.
Now, we are weeping for the trust they displayed
 in a white youth who was racist as well as depraved.
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a husband; all are dead
 and here are the buckets for the tears, we will shed.
There is no need to take a gun to church
 or to empty purses and pockets to search.
Did not god protect and save his own
 from an attack by a terrorist that was homegrown?

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

And of course, as usual, the whites control the narrative, the script on what was behind this heinous crime. If a Muslim had shot up a ‘white’ sanctuary, he would have been labeled, a terrorist. If a Black man had shot up a ‘white’ sanctuary, he would have been labeled, a thug, but when a racist, white supremacist TERRORIST shoots up a majority Black church, he is mentally ill. I wonder how much money his parents have because if they have a boatload, his lawyer can use the defense that Roof suffered from ‘affluenza’ and therefore, should be remanded into the custody of a psychologist for gentle psychoanalytical treatment and relaxation therapy, whereupon, he shall be released after having been cured in about six months time.

Meanwhile Black folks, get your limp ass protest signs out from underneath the couch, dust them off and head for the streets to continue the marching that has been going on for over 50 years. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and company would be so proud of you for taking up where they left off because they would understand that the only way to obtain justice from the whites is to continue to march and BEG them to grant you peace from the constant attack on your mind, body and soul. And if you think that that will make any difference in your life, ask Dr. King and all the others why they never could stop marching. Can you imagine how many shoes they wore out? No wonder Black people open shoeshine stands, the only thing that’s keeping our feet from touching the pavement is all the shoe polish that’s dripped onto the soles of our shoes, thus providing us with the ability to continue ‘jiving’ down the street to the beat of “No justice! No Peace!” And know this, you’ll get neither! When you finally figure this out, then and only then will you know what to do! But until you realize that your ass is toast, I’ve provided buckets by the thousands for your tears!