The Twelve Days Of Christmas! (Black Version)

 

 

sing to the tune of “The Twelve Days Of Christmas.”

“On the 1st day of Christmas, my country gave to me, a chronic case of slavery!

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my country gave to me, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my country gave to me, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 4th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 5th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 6th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 7th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, seven goons to beat me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 8th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, eight cops to tase me, seven goons to beat me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 9th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, nine racist judges, eight cops to tase me, seven goons to beat me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 10th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, ten ‘lords’ to pray to, nine racist judges, eight cops to tase me, seven goons to beat me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 11th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, eleven thugs a rapping, ten ‘lords’ to pray to, nine racist judges, eight cops to tase me, seven goons to beat me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!

On the 12th day of Christmas, my country gave to me, twelve Nazi guardsmen, eleven thugs a rapping, ten ‘lords’ to pray to, nine racist judges, eight cops to tase me, seven goons to beat me, six Ku Klux Klan’s men, five lynching trees, four racist names, three crack highs, two years in jail and a chronic case of slavery!” – now repeat real loud! “And a chro-nic case of SLĀĀĀ-VER-RĒĒĒĒĒ!”

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

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Now start celebrating this goddamn bullshit! Decorate the fucking tree. Wish every damn body a Merry fucking Christmas, gorge yourselves on a butchered pig, while becoming one, and then open up yer debt! Even if you’re drunk, you’ll recognize it; it’s plastic and its made in overseas sweatshops! So do the corporations a big huge favor; buy, buy, buy and then when it’s all over, throw the tree on the curb for bulk trash pickup because remember, we’re worried about the health of the planet, you goddamn hypocrites!

Fuck The Red Roses!

 

Roses are in bloom

and summer is in the air.

I love the whole world.

This mood is quite rare.

 

So rare is this mood,

that it does not exist

This is a piece of shit,

with just a new twist.

 

Fuck the red roses.

And to hell with summer time.

I hate the whole world

because it’s filled with racist slime.

 

I don’t need to play nice.

Nor will I write about fairies.

The whole world is on fire

and I am done with ‘hail marys’.

 

Prayers, I don’t need.

They have no relevance.

People must be praying

for the spread of malevolence.

 

When I look around

only brutality do I see.

There is no real love.

I see evil and barbarity.

 

You say that life is great!

Who are you kidding?

Wake up and face reality

of the bombing and the killing.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

This poem is all about sarcasm and irony. Summer will soon be upon us but it would seem to be another ‘Summer of our discontent’. I cannot see the roses for the brutality and the suffering that is being inflicted by so-called ‘humans’ against each other.

 

 

Ebola Went Missing On Election Day?

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!!!

If Prayers Were Ever Answered…

To the people of Syria and Iraq,
there is much I want to say.
Though I am a lone wolf,
on your people, I don’t prey.

A haunting melody is haunted
by the innocent of your dead.
Their cries and pleas for mercy
go unheard through a sea of red.

You are not the chosen few,
and therefore, peace will never reign,
as you are again torn by war,
and those who kill you are insane.

The bodies of your dead,
are covered in a shroud.
And those who act like gods,
do worse than is allowed.

As refugees, you are not welcome,
though you’ve done no wrong at all.
You trudge through desert sands,
bereft of hope and so you fall.

Staring up at the merciless sun,
you wonder if you’ll rise again.
Too tired to whimper or to cry,
you close your eyes and say, “Amen!”

But your prayers are never heard,
and that is why I cannot pray.
For if prayers were ever answered,
in hell, your enemies would always stay!

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

Has the above picture ever ‘depicted’ life in the U.S.? Think on that while you’re gassing up the SUV to head to a Starbucks and then sit your ass down and do nothing for a few hours, then head to the store, pick up some items for dinner. And while your kids are in various rooms in your house, texting and screaming over their toys, for once think of what this country is doing to others in foreign lands. Think of them having to leave their homes over some shit we, the U.S. stirred up! Think on it!

The Bombs Of Billionaires

You tried to shield her from the bombs
when you cradled her in your arms.

And now both of you are dead.
Is Israel’s thirst for blood now fed?

You loved her ’til the end
that poor child that never sinned.

Innocent blood must be avenged
and I don’t care who I offend.

The cries of the dying all went ignored
while we prayed unto the Lord.

What good are all our prayers
against the bombs of billionaires?

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

Stained With Blood!

Shell shocked and raw lies a country now in ruins,
made so by a lie and so now we self-destruct.
We were never a threat to you, but you bombed us all the same.
You claimed to bring us freedom but instead we got fucked!

Condemned without a trial to disease, death and destruction.
Sanctioned to our knees and brought down by western weapons
as birth defects are rampant from Baghdad to Fallujah,
and the guilty still walk free, never looked upon as felons.

We are maimed and defeated and our oil is stained with blood.
It flows into America like your rivers and your streams.
You drive over innocent bodies that were killed to give you speed.
Every time you pump that gas, may you hear the banshee’s screams!

You live your life and cut ours short and never pay the price.
While you claimed to liberate us, you entangled us in your net.
Your mission was accomplished and now you’re back again.
What more is there to take? There’s nothing left for you to get.

Oh, the empire marches on and it’s not done with us.
For the pain that you have caused, one day you too will pay.
We hear of troubles in your land, but you’ve seen nothing yet.
For every Iraqi child you killed, your prayers don’t hold no sway.

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

God Damned America To Hell!

Religion? In America? Hell nah! Because God damned America to hell!

Oh, so, you went to church today and got ‘religion’, did you? Fuck if you did! Ain’t no goddamn religion in these here Divided Snakes of Amurderer because God damned America to hell! You’re a lying piece of filth if you even think that you’ve got an inkling of what religion is all about. You’re fucking clueless because you think that if you bow your head and listen to some stupid ass prayer from some simple ass reverend that you’re good. You ain’t good! In fact, you so ain’t good! Your happy ass is hell bound, motherfucker! You see, you’re just another piece of worthless filth who is trying to pay their way through the pearly gates. Your reverend is a goddamn piece of shit ‘cause you’re paying him or her for services rendered; the service of assuring your worthless happy ass, a permanent spot in paradise once you blow your last breath out. Haven’t you heard? You can’t ‘buy’ your way into heaven motherfucker, oh no! You either get there on your own merits or you don’t get there at all. You go in the opposite direction. And I’ll save you some dough! You ain’t going to heaven, oh not at all. I don’t care what you do. The reason why you ain’t going to heaven motherfucker, and you know why, but you don’t want to admit to it, is because you’re a sorry, worthless, complacent, apathetic, useless piece of shit that ain’t even worth the dirt underneath your Louis Vuitton shoes and what’s more, you ain’t got a merit to stand on. That ant that you stepped on on your way into your ‘holy’ worshipping palace has a guaranteed spot in God’s holy place, but your ass won’t see it because you’ve already been rejected and don’t even act like you don’t know it.

Nothing can save your worthless ass from the hellfire that your reverend, is going on and on about. Oh that’s right, you’re listening so intently and hanging onto every word because you need that hope that once you’ve paid your tithes and bowed your head and repeated after the good reverend, that that is all you’ve got to do. Hell nah, motherfucker! You see, when was the last time that you gave a shit about anybody or anything other than your own worthless hide? I’ll tellya. On the twelfth of never! You more than likely drove by a homeless mother and child and spit and if you didn’t do that, then you looked the other way. When was the last time you actually gave a damn about the fact that children are hungry and are going to bed in warehouses? When was the last time you cared enough to call a prison warden and ask why are prisoners on hunger strikes? When was the last time you gave a thought to those who are without health insurance especially since you know what it feels like to be sick? When was the last time you told your representative that you were damn sick and tired of wars being started in your name over some bullshit? When have you ever realized that the reason why America is constantly minding some goddamn other country’s business is because you’re driving an SUV next door to the supermarket? Have you ever wondered why America’s military is stationed all around the world? Have you ever checked and found that the U.S. spends more on military useless shit than it does on anything else? Have you never wondered why drones are still raining down on the heads of people in foreign lands if Osama bin Laden is dead? Have you even thought to wonder why America does not want to get out of Afghanistan? Have you wondered why America is knee deep in starting shit in Venezuela? Hell no, you haven’t. You don’t fucking care because you’re just so goddamn religious, that shit just don’t concern you. You’ can’t be bothered because that would mean that you’d have to look up and see that it ain’t all mood lighting and sunbeams shining in your stupid, clueless face. You just might have to actually DO something about all the horrors that you see unfolding before your eyes that you just don’t want to see.

Church and religion is another escape route for you because then you think that by singing some hymns, that you can keep reality at bay. Sing a hymn and shit don’t look grim. Well, it’s grim, motherfucker, exceedingly grim. And what do you think you’re going to do when the bomb falls into your goddamn lap? You gonna sing a hymn? Is that going to stop your foolish ass from being vaporized? Are you gonna pretend that it’s a big ole smartphone and play with it? Probably, since Americans ain’t exactly displaying any God given sense these days. And you want to know why? Again, God damned these divided snakes of Amurderer. So, motherfucker, keep assuming that you even have a clue as to what ‘religion’ is all about when you don’t know a goddamn thing about religion. Keep telling yourself that religion is what’s keeping people from being homeless. If that were the case, then why are there over a million people walking around homeless in America on any given night? Keep telling yourself that religion is what’s keeping people fed. If that were the case, then why are so many children hungry when they get to school in the morning? Keep telling yourself that hospital emergency rooms are there to treat the uninsured sick. Of course you never heard about poor Anna Brown, a poor homeless woman, who died in police custody because she went to the hospital begging for help only to have the police called on her, taken to jail and died promptly on the jailhouse floor from blood clots in her leg. You didn’t hear about that because you were too busy attempting to buy your way into heaven by handing money to the reverend who will make sure that you pay dearly for your guaranteed spot.

You didn’t hear about the children in Iraq who are now orphans thanks to the good ole USofA. You didn’t hear about the civilians in Afghanistan who have been fucked up by the U.S. military, killed and had their body parts cut off and exhibited for trophies. You were busy trying to pay your way into heaven. You didn’t hear about the drones that have been raining down on innocent heads in Pakistan, Yemen and Somalia because you’re just too religious to pay attention! You can’t be bothered by that piddling little shit. What’s that got to do with you? It’s got everything to do with you because it’s done in your goddamn name and what’s done in your name is going to register on YOU motherfucker on judgment day. So, if you think that you are religious, you’d better hop to waking the fuck up, opening your motherfucking eyes and saying, “woe motherfuckers, the shit stops now because I’m religious, SEE and I want my candy ass to get into paradise, I’ve paid enough for it!”

Yes indeed, God damned America and don’t even think that I am going to pretty any goddamn thing up anymore. The time for me to post poems about posies of pansies is long fucking gone, so if you think that you’re going to bring your candy ass in here and read some feel good shit, too fucking bad. It SO ain’t gonna happen. If you can’t handle fire, then stay the hell outta this goddamn kitchen, cause it’s smokin’ in here, SEE! You know about fucking religion, my ass!