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!!!

Tears Stream Down My Face

tears I cry

Tears stream down my face as I take a look around.

So many I see struggling just to stay above the ground.

A human spirit fights but the blows are just too much.

The callous and the cold; no love will ever touch.

With frightened, pleading eyes, a child looks up at me.

She is only five years old and she’s called a refugee.

Her country is at war and she does not understand,

that people kill each other just to get the upper hand.

Another child across the sea is homeless in her way.

Her mother lost her job and the rent she could not pay.

With frightened, pleading eyes, a child looks up at me.

She is only five years old and she’s called a refugee.

Yes, tears are in my eyes and I hate the world I know.

Where little children suffer and are not allowed to grow.

When the sick are left to die and the greedy have no soul.

They never see the hungry when they hold an empty bowl.

A world in pain and agony; a world in mortal sin,

and everywhere you go; there’ll be a child who’s weak and thin.

Another world there is of pomp and circumstance.

No Cinderella’s ball; it is a never ending dance.

What jewels are on display; fountains flowing with champagne.

And a child looks up at me and her eyes are full of pain.

Yes, tears are in my eyes as I see no hope at all,

and above her little head, a bomb’s about to fall.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

A Mighty Empire Crumbles

When a mighty empire crumbles

A mighty empire crumbles as the peasants all revolt.

The anger of the gods struck like a lightning bolt.

 

It seared the massive capitol, exposed the bags of gold.

The world watched in awe as this was once foretold.

 

That evil’s reign would end as the poor would find their voice.

Those weary souls rose up; they knew they had no choice.

 

They had to stop the beast and right was on their side.

A movement slowly formed; pushed by a rising tide.

 

Their fury was unleashed and the dam did overflow.

There were those who saw this coming so many years ago.

 

They stood as one together and faced their common threat.

Not one thought of surrender, it was time to go to bat.

 

Never did they flinch, nor retreat in mortal fear.

The armor of the righteous was their only battle gear.

 

They never gave up hope and their course was true and steady.

The time for change is ripe; and yes, we will we be ready.

 

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

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