And As The Seconds Tick Away Towards The New Year…- A Repost

 

As I raise my flute in drunken glee,
I look upon what was once a live tree.
So concerned with this planet and global warming,
my resolution to do better can wait til morning.

For tonight, I celebrate with friends and acquaintances,
spreading well wishes and exchanging whispered confidences.
The wrongs of this world, for just one night
can wait a little longer for us to do what’s right.

A sick child with no health care will have to hold on
until I open my bleary eyes to greet the new dawn.
The Black man being dragged by the Ku Klux Klan
should have seen them coming, he should have ran.

Of course I care about the people who have addictions
just like I care about my neighbor who can’t afford her prescriptions.
I know about the homeless who have formed a tent city.
But for just this night, champagne will take away my pity.
And as the seconds tick away towards the New Year,
even champagne cannot stop me from shedding another tear.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

I wrote this one because as we celebrate the ringing out of the old and in with the new, I cannot help but believe that more misery, cruelty, suffering, chaos, war and all things of horror, will follow us into this new year and beyond, for what will have changed?

As we head to our parties tonight, break out our party favors and drink our champagne toasts at midnight, wish each other a “Happy New Year,” are we really going to think that this year will be any happier than 2019 or 2018 or 2017? What is going to change to get us to actually mean it when we say, “Happy New Year?” It will be just another year of the same because we won’t change. We will continue in our old ways of ignoring those who are less fortunate. We will pretend as though there are not wars being fought just because. We will never for a minute think that we have aided and abetted in the destruction of this planet through our selfish acts as we scream, “Happy New Year To One And All!” If we really meant that, we’d know it because it would show, but when you look around, does it show? Does it look as though we give a damn about the children who go to bed, hungry? Does it look like we give a damn about the homeless? Does it look like we care about those who are in unimaginable pain because they have no health insurance? Does it look like we are going to start doing something to hold our elected representatives accountable for the way they continuously make the working poor pay for the idleness of the rich? Does it look like the ‘new year’ will bring about a change in the human psyche which seems hell bent on self-destruction? If any of you ponder these questions, I already know what the outcome will be. Exactly how you were in 2017, 2018, 2019 is how you will be in 2020 and on and on it will go until they plant you. Because we are always going to wait til tomorrow to ‘do’ better. Just like each and every year, we are bombarded with ads to lose weight and get in shape and some people actually make a resolution to do just that and then after a month, what happens? Back to square one. We’re pathetic!

And so, I will not say, “Happy New Year!” I will merely say, “Welcome to the rest of your lives!” War, misery, homelessness, joblessness, starvation, income inequality, racism, ignorance, selfishness, arrogance, greed, lust, apathy and complacency and your solutions to getting through all of this; heroin, crack, alcohol, weed, mass murder and suicide.

“Welcome, To The Rest Of Your Lives! Cheers!”

I Am Privileged Because I’m white!

white privilege

Tell me what to do.
Show me what to buy.
I have no imagination.
And I don’t question, “Why?”

There is an angel on TV,
so pale with wings of gold,
and not much else, I see.
That’s how we are controlled.

On the evening news,
they shot a Black man dead.
He was such a big Black brute,
I’m surprised his blood was red.

There’s a child with a pellet gun.
The cops are on the scene.
They shot him in cold blood.
He’s Black; that kill was clean.

I’ve done my nine to five.
And homeward bound am I.
There goes a homeless man,
why don’t those people die?

The billboards scream at me.
And I look at all the news.
I have no thoughts to own.
Inside my head, insert your views.

Tell me who to hate,
and you know it will be done.
Repeat and play it back.
Don’t pause, just hit rerun.

Shield me from the world.
Tune me in to mindless drivel.
For my brain, I have no use.
And like a penis, it will shrivel.

They’ve got a pump for that,
so I can masturbate to porn.
I don’t need to think or feel.
Inside a tube, my seed is born.

There is nothing I can’t do.
I take such great delight,
that I was not born Black.
I am privileged because I’m white!

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