“Jesus! A Minute Of Your Time!”

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Some nights, when I cannot fall asleep,
I do not ask the Lord my soul to keep.
Once I believed, but I do not believe anymore.
He never heals the sick or feeds the poor.

His ‘holy’ men just take the tithes from fools,
who by rights should get a refund from their schools,
for believing in a fairytale of such bull,
and pretending that an empty cup is full.

If I once believed in God, that ship has sailed,
nor can I pray to a man they say was nailed.
For if they did exist, why have they ignored the cries
of all the ‘holy men’ who spout tall tales and lies?

Their brainwashed flock, they will believe,
those who get paid to lie, con and deceive.
And who promise that the sick will all be healed
and that Blacks will not be jailed or shot and killed.

Next Sunday, look at the picture on the wall.
Kneel before it and in a deep, southern drawl,
say, “Jesus, a minute of your time!”
“Why is Black skin at the scene of every crime?”
“What wrong did we ever do to you,
“that would make you hate us for it too?”
 “I listen to your word, oh Lord on high!”
 “So once again, I have to ask you why?”
 “If you exist, and there really is no sign,
at how much evil, will you finally draw the line?”

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

My God Is Color Blind!

burned church

I sing that old Negro spiritual
every time they come for me.
They drag my tired old body
down yonder to the lynching tree.

We pass by that old church
where we worshipped in your name.
They burned it to the ground.
All that’s left is just the frame.

I see that old confederate flag.
Sometimes I forget it’s there
But when they call me ‘nigger’,
I know it ain’t going nowhere.

Lest I do forget
let me recall to mind
that old Negro spiritual
“My God is color blind.”

I’ve lived through slavery and Jim Crow.
And I’m tired and in need of rest.
Take me in your arms Lord.
You know I did my best.

I sing this song, a song of love,
I won’t be burdened by hate no more.
The Lord will welcome me home.
I’ll be glad to see heaven’s door.

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

Investigators Probe Fires At 6 Black Churches In 5 Southern States

Fires damaged Glover Grove and some other black churches in the days following the murders at Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, raising concerns that the incidents were hate-inspired arsons.

Glover Grove Baptist Church is nestled in a woody, quiet part of Warrenville, S.C., surrounded by trailer homes and old cars. The congregation is small, about 35 people, according to local reports. You have to look hard online just to find a phone number or an address.

Hours before President Obama spoke to a packed house in Charleston last Friday in another black church, delivering the eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, Glover Grove Baptist Church burned to the ground.

It is one of at least six black church burnings in the South, all of which have taken place in the week-and-a-half since nine people were killed in Emanuel AME Church.

Whatever the cause of the Glover Grove fire, Adonica Simpkins says she will still be afraid. We asked her what it’s like to be a black person in South Carolina.

“I tell you what, I wouldn’t walk down this road. I wouldn’t walk down this road,” she said, sighing as she pointed down the road where Glover Grove sits. “It’s so much hate. You might walk down the road and hear the word n*****, for nothing. People used to be riding by, and just throw bottles at black folks.”

Less than half a mile from the church and Simpkins’ home, a Confederate flag waves on a front porch.

“We had another church that burned down, over across the woods there,”

And while we are busy celebrating same-sex marriage and worrying over fast tracking of the TPP, it is business as usual for Black people in this hellhole and I am supposed to give a damn because someone else feels that their rights are being violated? Seriously? Once again, walk a goddamn mile in MY shoes and then come talk to ME!

Black folks, I sincerely hope that there is indeed a heaven for if there is, you have certainly ‘earned’ your spot and my sincere hope also is that you need have no fear that you will meet up with those that have spewed nothing but hatred towards you because of the color of your skin and because you were dragged, unwillingly, to this shithole.

…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!

On The Wicked Ways Of Man

Jesus

I came back as a homeless man

And you locked me in a cage

The guards beat me ferociously

My Father was consumed with rage.

 

When next He sent me back to you

I walked across desert sand

A drone was sent to kill me

And I was back in my Father’s hand.

 

I was sent once more to shed some light

On the wicked ways of man

You once again, paid me no heed

since I had the deepest tan.

 

No more will I come for you

Your sins have damned you all

And when you die, you’ll not come here

In hell on your knees, you’ll crawl.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 This one is for the Christians because you guys have just finished patting yourselves on your goddamn back  and screaming and yelling about how “He is risen!” etc., etc., and then got on with the business of hating on your foreign neighbors, got on with the business of playing fake ass do-gooders when you’re really taking all of the tithes that you bilk from the blind sheep and using it to purchase your fancy vehicles and take your grand vacations. I’ve watched as you beseeched the public for funds to feed the homeless, only to turn around and fill your pantries and freezers with the choicest meats and delicacies and gave to the poor and hungry, outdated shit and you smiled all day long over what your hypocritical ass was doing. Oh, you’ll get yours, indeed you will.

And if you are sitting somewhere expecting an announcement that Jesus has come back, are you serious? There will be no trumpet announcements and “Gather ye!” messages. Your biblical Jesus was poor and humble and walked the earth in a robe and if you truly believe that He will arrive driving a Cadillac Escalade with an Armani suit on, are you for real? You faithless shits wouldn’t know Jesus if he walked right through you. You wouldn’t even feel Him because you are dead inside. The only thing you care for is material shit and to see people who you think are your enemies, dead. You chase after ever more elusive highs because your sad and pathetic little world is really not doing it for you, is it? No, it’s not and that is why you have to deaden the awareness because you are not really living, you are just pretending because that is expected of you and you need stronger drugs and more alcohol to get you through the day because no one can know that you are not really as happy as you claim to be. But you won’t do what you need to do. You refuse to stop worshipping money and you just can’t stop being greedy, cold, callous, thoughtless and selfish. You pretend that you are not any of those things when in fact, you are all of them and so much more of the like.

If your Jesus did come back, what would He think of you? Yeah, I know and what’s more, so do you!

 

No One Dare Accost The Righteous!

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The pastor is at the pulpit
spouting out his lies,
while another child in Iraq,
from a drone strike, dies.

The priest blessed the altar,
while we dutifully bowed our heads.
And the drones rained down,
as American barbarity spreads.

The Reverend held the bible,
and he said, “Thou shall not kill!”
But the drone operator,
paid no heed to God’s own will.

A Rabbi reads the Torah,
but he never mentions drones.
He speaks about old Moses,
but not about what God condones.

Our Bishop looks so fine,
decked out in full regalia.
His lips don’t move at all,
about the drones that struck Algeria.

The Pope had much to say,
on how we should help the poor.
But never did he mention,
America’s thirst for war.

We pretend that we are good,
compassionate, loving and kind.
And our pious souls are pure,
but to the drone struck, we are blind.

The hypocrites gather faithfully,
and they pledge to love all men.
What you fail to understand,
is that ‘all men’ just means their kin.

No one dare accost the righteous.
There are no ghosts to haunt our nights.
Our days are spent in oblivion.
To the world, we are its knights.

Do you hear the keening wails
from those who mourn their dead?
And as they look towards the west,
you sleep soundly in your bed.

For what are they to you?
An enemy? Surely not.
You say your soul is pure,
but hell has saved your spot!

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

Those of you who think of yourselves as Christian, you really need to take a deep and introspective look inside your ‘heart’ and come to terms with the fact that you are nothing more than a hypocrite. You sit in your places of worship and you bow your head and half of you are not even listening to the word of your ‘God’ because if you were, you would not sit idly by and let this country that you live in continue to rain drones down on the heads of innocent people in foreign lands. You would not continue to believe that in order to keep your worthless ass safe, it is imperative that your government continue to kill people who have done no wrong.

The reason that I am directing this one to the so-called Christians is because you are the very people who go on and on about ‘love thy neighbor’ and ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you’ and so much more that is actually quite meaningless to you. You don’t care about anyone except for those who are in your own little cocooned world. But the thing is see? Your religious books speak of a loving ‘God’ that loves ALL people including those that have been touted out as your enemy. Be that as it may, you are supposed to continue to love them despite what others say to the contrary because that is what is in your holy books. So then, that makes you a hypocrite and it also makes you ‘selective’ in who you love because if you can love your own child but ignore the death of another’s child just because he/she lived in a different part of the world, then what does that say for what is in your ‘heart’? Get real about ‘religion’ or quit bullshitting yourself because that is exactly what you are doing every single time you see a picture of a child that was killed by drones that you pay for and yet you just simply look away because after all, he was no ‘kin’ of yours. But according to your religious books, yes he/she WAS!! Think on that! Meditate on it! Consider it and stop lying to yourself that you are about the business of love because not only are you a liar, you’re a two-faced, fake ass, conscienceless liar. You’re not good. Nor are you pious. And don’t even think that a confession is going to save you because the one that you’re confessing to is going the same route as you. They too have their spot in hell saved for them, just as you do. So, again, think on that!

 

Black Folks, We Are Fucking Doomed…..!

angels and jesus

 

 

….because we don’t have the face of an angel. Every goddamn time we look around, an angel is depicted as being a sweet little innocent white child all dressed up in white and with red rouge painted on the cheeks or is that Cupid? Regardless! Because even if it is Cupid, the little white cherub that shoots an arrow into your heart, Cupid is white and white is good, white is kind, white is benevolent, white is what you as Black people can never aspire to. Forget about it! Get your Black ass out of the way because you don’t have that angelic look; the look that whites have.

When next you are in church praying to a ‘white’ god, look up at the picture of Jesus Christ. He is white. How the hell could a Black man be depicted as Jesus? Everybody knows that Black people are the very spawn of the devil. I am all up in the fucking church today, preaching it! All of you Black heathens look to the ‘white Jesus’ to save you. Look to GOD who of course is also white and we know this because of all the white folks that have died, temporarily, saw a tunnel, some lights and a white man at the end of it telling them to “Go back, you have much more killing of the evil Black people to do! Now don your blue uniform with the badge and hop to it. Don that white robe with the eye slits and hop to it. Shave your white ass head and hop to it! Fuck them no-account niggaz up!” As you can see, weze unedumacated as it is. So what the hell good are we? We ain’t no goddamn good! Whites done spouted that shit out often enough.

I am always going on and on about how people should become aware of how much they matter and that people are a star in their own right, but what the fuck do I know? Quite obviously, not a goddamn thing because I too, am pissing in the goddamn wind and I don’t fucking like the taste of piss, not even my own; champagne drenched that it is. Oh that’s right! How dare I drink champagne. That’s a drink for the whites to use to toast at some prestigious affair that raised money to feed the homeless and we all know that Black families are seven times more likely to be homeless and that Blacks make up half of the U.S. homeless population. Thank you white folks,! How extremely white of you to do that especially since you own every goddamn thing anyway thanks in part to the history of this shithole called America where your ancestors slithered over here and stole land, enslaved Black people and now, you’re throwing a benefit to help those poor Blacks who never could own a goddamn thing seeing as how we was owned. But we get the blame for that by the ever so nice whites, smiling at us and patting us on our fucking nappy ass head because it’s such a shame that Black people have such rough and kinky hair. “Oh Belinda White, did you feel that child’s hair? What in the world? My stars. No wonder they’re considered three-fifths human! We got that one right!”

Yeah! So, let me sit back here behind the dumpster with my nappy ass hair and scratch myself because all Black folks are nasty and we stink! And now, I am going to open up this here Colt 45 Malt liquor and take a good long swig because that is what I do. I lounge around and drink all day and then I go down to the welfare office and fill out forms and start at the beginning of when I took my first shit so that they can hand me some free food stamps and then I promptly take those free food stamps and I sell ’em and I buy myself another Colt 45 malt liquor. I just love being drunk and stinky and to get free stuff that the good old angelic whites never berate me for. Seriously? How fucking useless can I get? Since I can’t be white and angelic and godlike and sainted and good and clean and kind because we all know that’s why white folks are here; to fucking be all of that and so much more that’s right as rain.

Black folks we are doomed and we doomed ourselves because we ain’t angelic looking. We’ve got to be white for that to happen and don’t even bother with that skin lightening shit because you’ve got to be born with their kind of white, it doesn’t come out of a bottle. Come on over here with me Black folks and I’ll hand you some malt liquor. What else are we good for, eh? So, here’s to taking the edge off. Because when you can’t BE ’em, don’t fuck ’em!  Just fucking forget ’em!

Now have a  good goddamn Happy Black History Month! Bottoms up!

 

 

…About A Needle’s Eye…

eye of a needle

Who cares about a needle’s eye?
Eternal wealth is what I crave.
I do not care about the poor.
Let them lie in a pauper’s grave.

As you attend your service to god,
You believe in him, you say.
But if you had my wealth,
to whom would you still pray?

Cease with the pretense,
that religion is all about love.
You know there is no heaven,
and no deity from above.

Whenever sheep awaken,
a shepherd is produced,
To keep the sheep in line.
another coma is thus induced.

An awakened world is dangerous,
so we invented a fairytale,
to keep from you the fact,
that there really is no hell.

Could you be kept in line,
if you were wide awake,
and not afraid of any god,
that religion could ever make?

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

Matthew 19:24- Matthew 19:29
And Jesus said to His disciples, “Truly I say to you, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. 24″Again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”

25When the disciples heard this, they were very astonished and said, “Then who can be saved?”…

26And looking at them Jesus said to them, “With people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

27Then Peter said to Him, “Behold, we have left everything and followed You; what then will there be for us?

28And Jesus said to them, “Truly I say to you, that you who have followed Me, in the regeneration when the Son of Man will sit on His glorious throne, you also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.…
“And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or farms for My name’s sake, will receive many times as much, and will inherit eternal life.…

Now, ask yourself why the Wal-Mart Waltons are holding tight to their wealth. Ask yourself why politicians who avidly profess to being conservative Christians, continue to sell their ‘soul’ for money and tightly clinch to their chest, the bribes and kickbacks they get from lobbyists. Why are Bill and Linda Gates deemed such philanthropists but they are NOT so filled with love that they are concerned about ‘getting through the eye of the needle’ that Jesus Christ supposedly talked about?

Why do the rich seem to not concern themselves with a so-called ‘afterlife’? It is because they don’t BELIEVE in some unseen deity beyond the stars. They know better! But you’ve got to be kept in line, praying to god to fill your empty pantry so that you can feed your children while corporate executives swill the finest wines and eat the choicest of meats and delicacies. Why are they not concerned about getting to ‘heaven’, entering the Pearly Gates, meeting up with St. Peter, ‘getting through the eye of a needle’?

It is because this is all a lie! A big, gigantic lie to keep the sheep, docile with the hope that some deity is going to reward them for the hardships that they endure on this planet and not look at those who have hoarded all the wealth and rise up! Religion is a tool to control people and I’ve got to say, it IS working!

Wake up people! No one is going to rescue you or save you, but you! Stop allowing yourself to be controlled. The shit that the ‘poor man’s Pope adorns himself with could feed a small country in Africa, but you don’t see him refusing to wear it. If Jesus supposedly walked around, attired in a robe with a rope for a belt, is the Pope any better than ‘Jesus’? What is your bishop, reverend, pastor, rabbi driving? A horse and buggy or a Cadillac Escalade? Are they walking? Exactly!

Mike Brown Was At Fault!

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The verdict is in, is any one of us surprised?
I could say that I was, but then I would have lied.

It was known all along what the outcome would be.
Darren Wilson was innocent, why else has he been free?

Mike Brown was at fault, he should never have been born.
Didn’t his mama know from birth that her child would be scorned?

Those who came before us paved the way to where we are.
But when you look around you, have we really come so far?

Our pastors pray to God to stop those bullets made of lead.
And yet Emmett, Eric, Trayvon, Mike and Amadou are still dead.

Yes, let us pray to God to stop the racists with a gun.
And while we are at it, ask God to tell us what we’ve done.

Were we brought here against our will, or did we climb into a boat,
and row from Africa’s shores when we read the white man’s note?

Did we come to build this land and expect not one thin dime?
We were whipped and chained and raped and now we’re doing time.

They’ve got a plan for us but let’s not go out peacefully.
If they want a goddamn war then arm yourselves for anarchy.

We were pissed on yet again, so fuck shit up tonight.
Or go back home, get on your knees and ask God to do what’s right.

We’ve been doing that shit for how long now, it’s getting kind ‘a old.
I’m tired of waiting on a miracle while Black bodies are getting cold.

God ain’t lying on these streets, our sons and daughters are.
We got no time to wait on God or just wish upon a star.

You say Mike Brown is with his God; his soul is now at peace.
If what you say is true, then to God, send the damn police!

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

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/grand-jury-wont-indict-ferguson-cop-in-shooting/ar-BBfxHNc

No indictment for police officer in death of Michael Brown.

A grand jury has decided not to indict Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson in the death of Michael Brown, the unarmed, black 18-year-old whose fatal shooting sparked weeks of sometimes-violent protests.

St. Louis County Prosecuting Attorney Bob McCulloch announced the decision Monday evening. A grand jury of nine whites and three blacks had been meeting weekly since Aug. 20 to consider evidence.

At least nine votes would have been required to indict Wilson.

Pastors were planning a rally and prayer service later Monday evening at the West Side Missionary Baptist Church in St. Louis.

“There’s a lot of hurt, a lot of brokenness. There’s anger and frustration on every side,” said the Rev. Ronald Bobo Sr., the church’s pastor. “We need the hand of God to lead us and guide us.”

Ebola Went Missing On Election Day?

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So, you stood in line and voted,
since Ebola took a holiday.
Ain’t that a funny thing?
Ebola went missing on Election Day?

And now the Dems are quite upset.
It’s Obama’s fault they know.
Their ranks have been reduced.
And once again, they’re eating crow.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?
Will we all end up on the streets?
Can we expect more of the same,
as the Reps regained their seats?

Oh, this here is a little ditty.
about America’s selected shits.
A vote for one is a vote for all.
They’re going to tear our ass to bits.

You’ve got it bad, you say?
Stop whining, nobody cares.
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps.
If that doesn’t work, then say some prayers.

“Oh Jesus and God in Heaven,
our goose is cooked for sure.
Help us out of this mess.
Send us a savior so good and pure.”

“We need your help right now.
There is fear throughout the land.
Pluck the wicked from our bosom,
and extend to us a helping hand.”

“Shall we be forever shunned by you?
Or is this just another test?
Must we pay a higher price,
than of those we have oppressed?”

“We can’t help it that we’re dense.
And you know we never learn.
It’s because we’re all insane.
But this is hell and we’re starting to burn!”

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

If you stood in line and voted and someone behind you was coughing and had red eyes, a hideous rash and was losing weight right before your very eyes, it wasn’t Ebola because Ebola took a vacation on Election Day so that you could vote. Now, back to “wassup with that Ebola thing??!!

P.S. It’s “Party time!” The Reps are all up in DA House AND DA Senate! Break out the Boones Farm discount wine and get this party started, fer sure!!!! LMAO!!!

I Am Clothed By Melanin!

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You tell me to strip and to hide my shame,
I try not to notice that you are standing there.
You point out my distinguishing marks.
I cannot look at you and so at the wall, I stare.

You make a note of the tattoo on my right shoulder.
And now, I am to squat, spread my cheeks and cough.
Stripped bare of my clothing and of my dignity.
the last vestiges of my humanity has been castoff.

I stand naked and bewildered in the new slave market,
and I wait for the punishment that I know is in store.
For Massa is an evil and twisted bastard without a heart.
To him, I have always been an animal and I can’t even the score.

Herded to the showers, how can I ever become clean again?
No hope of a reprieve for I am handed over to my enemy.
Where is my salvation and where is the white man’s god?
But I am no longer a man, a number is now my identity.

When will the laws of the white man be applied to him?
I look out and see a sea of faces with complexions like mine.
How is it that all of us are bad and hid away from society?
Why hate me because I am not like you, pink like swine?

Stare at my nakedness and still I am clothed by melanin.
Try and shame me if you will but your nakedness is a blight
Your paleness defies the same sun that blessed me with beauty.
I stand before you in all my naked glory even in the harshest light.

You cannot destroy me though you try and whip me into subjugation.
I am a trial to you because I will not bend and break from torture.
As cruel as you are, I am the one who must pay in isolation.
But you will not strip my people of our true and beautiful culture.

Live my people and flourish though I remain behind these bars.
Do not mingle with that which must destroy your freedom.
For only by destroying you will Massa feel he has power.
Never give in for one day, you shall rule your kingdom.

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