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!

I Die A Thousand Deaths Each Day!

When will you stop killing me?
I die a thousand deaths each day.
You kill me over and over again,
and then another me, you slay.

We are all just one big family
but you don’t see me in that way.
You point your weapon at my chest
as though I’m just some hunted prey.

The blood that flows from me,
also pulses through your veins.
And as another me lies dying,
a thousand more of me remains.

So, kill each and every one of me.
And when you’re the last me left to stand,
then the killing will finally end,
when you die by your own hand.

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

What difference does it make in the name that we give the latest excuse for war? There will always be a ‘group’ of people that will be perceived as evil incarnate and therefore, must be ‘bombed’ into oblivion. Must we ALL have to die for there to be no more war? Must there only be one so-called, ‘human’ left on earth and then what? What would that last ‘human’ do? Kill himself?, that is my guess because after all, what else are we wired for?

So, we’re going to bomb the ‘ISIS be-headers’ club because that will put an end to ‘terrorists’, right? It has worked SO very well thus far, hasn’t it? We ‘arm’ the ‘terrorists’. We train the ‘terrorists’ and then when they become ‘uncontrollable’, we ‘bomb them because they decided on a different course of action than what we initially intended. Sigh!! We never learn.