I’d moved on to greener pastures and thought to leave my cares behind,
but the homeless and the sick, I cannot wipe them from my mind.
They moved in with me, stared me down and staked their claim.
I sought to turn my back on them. Oh God, to know such shame!
A royal flush, I did receive and with lady luck in tow,
how could there be no thought that what I reap so shall I sow.
Fortunes come and fortunes go and blessings in abundance,
and if I am not careful, I could soon get my comeuppance.
There are those who have no voice and would like for me to speak.
Am I then to turn my back and forget the poor and weak?
I so tried not to care; but I must find a way,
to get my act together and to not sit out this play.
I am but one and don’t I know that there is much to do.
I need my friends to help me. I need each one of you!
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
How many times I have tried to stop, to let it go, to try NOT to care, to be so busy that I have no time to concern myself and still I must continue, I must care! From time to time, I will still post that which will come, that which MUST come. The haunted that I have seen, they will NOT be denied! They cry out for a voice and so I must speak!
Why must we seek to destroy each other?
Why not simply live in peace with our brother?
Why does hate consume our very soul?
Like a hot, smouldering fire, deeper than the blackest hole.
Why is there no love in every human heart?
How can we find it? Do we know where to start?
Why are we so callous and indifferent to suffering?
We hurl hateful words, never once are we stuttering.
Why make weapons that kill indiscriminately?
In the name of a group, or act, independently.
Why must we continue to be our own worst enemy?
As with great relish, stoke the flames of hostility.
Why will we never learn that we are all unique?
Why is the outlook for our future so damn bleak?
Why does one show such enmity for another?
Why can we not love? Too much of a bother?
Why can I find no hope for tomorrow?
WHY?! WHy?! Why? The echo is so hollow!
Shelby I. Courtland
The Boston Marathon bombing was a horrible tragedy! The above poem was written for the innocent victims, their family and friends. My heart goes out to each and every one of them! And also for those who did all they could to help! Words simply fail me in trying to figure out why or how any human being could do this to another!
Before I left the vine, I told them that they weren’t the only game in town and obviously, many others felt that same way. Some posters who are still on the vine seem to be taking heat for posting on other sites. That is ridiculous. No site owns anybody and people have the right to post where they want to without having to take flack. Personally, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass, but other people aren’t as teflon coated as I am and are thus hurt by this. It is shameful the way people are disparaged for having the audacity to not like the New and Unimproved version of the vine. The owners of the vine dug themselves that hole and they can just take a flying leap into it, but not everyone was willing to jump. And they should just keep their sour grapes gabbing about it to themselves as they have no one but themselves to blame for the resulting mass exodus.
As far as I’m concerned with regards to the ‘vine’, good damn riddance!!