Never!

I refuse to pick up a weapon and fight for AmeriKKKa.
Never will I defend a nation of hypocrites.
Call me unpatriotic and it pleases me no end.
Why should I fuel the war machine of plutocrats?

When the world looks to America for leadership
what it gets in return is air strikes and drones.
How can other nations applaud this one,
when America has tapped into all nation’s phones?

Has this nation ever not been at war within itself?
So many mothers are scared for their sons and get worried.
What about the hate that carries a badge and a gun?
That is why so many Black and Brown bodies are buried.

Why do you fight for a country that hates you?
What is the matter with your fucked up thinking?
Do you know your history in this shithole?
Black people, you are not swimming, you are sinking.

You say the past should stay past and be buried.
Tell that to the Black men locked up in prisons.
What say you about the shackles on their feet?
Remember, like you, they too had ambitions.

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

What the fuck are you crying about? You fucking signed up to get shipped out to kill for some shit that would just as soon kill you as look at you and you want to fight THEIR wars? What’s that got to do with you? You’re not fighting for democracy and freedom because YOU ain’t got none! Where the fuck is democracy and freedom for Black people in AmeriKKKA? Unless you think that killing Black men and beating the hell out of Black women and raping Black women all across AmeriKKKA is some form of democracy and freedom, and if that’s the case, then you need your head examined. Again, what the fuck are you crying for? You know the goddamn score!

Blood Will Always Flow!

I look down at the weapon that I hold in my own hand,
standing over a lifeless body in a strange and foreign land.

I just took a life and I don’t even care!
But on my daughter’s head, I would not harm a hair.

What difference should it make and how could I ever kill?
And yet I look down at you and in death, you lie so still.

I stand here blaming you for the cause of your own death
and never think that who I kill for are those who hold the wealth.

They say that I am a soldier and that what I do is right.
I just go to the wars they start and then I begin to fight.

What use is there in wondering if it’s me who’s in the wrong.
I know that what I do ain’t right and I’ve known it all along.

But you see, it’s just a job to me, it’s not personal at all.
Remember, I’m just a soldier and your death was not my call.

If I take the fight to you, then you won’t bring it here.
They control us with their lies and say it’s you that we should fear.

You are dead and I’m alive but for how long I do not know.
The war machine continues on and someone’s blood will always flow.

Think about who the REAL enemy is! Yeah! I know, ‘thinking’ for yourself is a novel concept, but attempt it anyway!

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

Military Whores!

Those ‘military whores’ seem eager to torture innocent people after an illegal invasion of their home.

Look into your eyes, dear soldier.
Now tell me what it is you see.
In the mirror, the image that is you
is hell looking straight back at thee?

You picked up a weapon to fight.
Never thinking what it might cost.
Your soul is now black as coal
and that line you once drew was crossed.

There is no turning back again.
A clear conscience, you will never know.
You fought for some smoke and mirrors
and now your mind is a paralyzing foe.

So, think twice, dear warriors before you sign.
All the glory that they claim will be yours
will leave a taste that won’t ever go away
as they turn you into military whores.

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

Yes, keep prostituting yourself because that is exactly what you are doing. They pay you for the use of your body and you use that body to kill. The only difference between you and a street prostitute is that you kill with a gun or a missile or maneuvering a drone while they kill via STDs. Don’t pretend to hate prostitution, you’re engaging in it and most willingly. Why don’t you stop whoring yourself out? Is the ‘pay’ that good? And how great of a ‘pimp’ is Obama, commander-in-chief of the military brothel? Think about it and get back to us on that, willya?

No Hint Of Peace!

Will you look upon the faces of evil and turn away?
Or will you pick up a weapon and go after their prey?

When will you learn that their enemy is not yours?
Why must you take it upon yourself to settle their scores?

Who is threatening you and your way of life?
Why are greed, hypocrisy and corruption so rife?

Can’t you see that you fucking need a clue?
Do you think they actually care what happens to you?

How do you sleep at night, knowing what you’ve done?
You’ve just shot someone that you don’t even know with their gun!

One day, it will hit you hard and you’ll have nowhere to turn.
Your heart will race and your stomach will churn.

The innocent dead that you killed will prey on your mind.
And no hint of peace, even in your dreams, will you find.

Now you fucking think on that!

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