Month: June 2022

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PRIDE

Written by C Hues

June 23, 2022

The politicians called him Queen
They said he may not march or speak
That his movement makes real men look weak
But he refused to keep it clean

He told us how the flood did fail
Supremacists sure lived their lies
And now there is the time for hell
As family values denied family ties

Cousins killing cousins with hoses
Brothers hanging brothers by trees
His Exodus was not like Moses
They treated his far worse than Lee’s

American—he always accepted
Not from Pride, but shaped forever
He saw that we are all connected
And so his soul will never sever
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Father

Written by C Hues

June 19, 2022

Father Abraham—had many a battle
They changed what he’d preserved
The cries of children sold like cattle
He tried for mercy, not for deserved

Father Jefferson—had many bastards
Not all his children created equal
And in his thinking lied the hazards
Of masquerading good for what was evil
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Juneteenth

Written by C Hues

June 19, 2022

General Granger graces Galveston
And says the slaves are saved—the Nation one
Smith surrendered, yet slavery Stand
The Field still holds its hand

Hush hush only works so long
Though Grant did try to right the wrong
The South will spread—sever one head
And all that grows is red

Those enslaved—read No. 3
The end of master’s rape and tortures
On this day of Jubilee
We forgot the General Orders

“Forever free”—fighting for liberty from the first war
The Revolution’s blood was black and beige
If Peter Salem and Salem Poor
Could see the Field was traded for the Cage
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The Hawk

Written by C Hues

June 16, 2022

Above it all—the hawk stood still
Surveying, seeking her next kill
The professors walking to their cars
And leaving less in the lot

She spots the sun—this time of June
The hawk is cool, can’t change her tune
The sparrows dive and peck away
The hawk gives them no time of day

With few cars left, she sees a dash
She swoops, surrenders to the air
She misses it by an inch
But never questions, “Where?”

The last car wobbles off
A tiny squirrel—without its will
The hawk’s eyes say bye to the squirrel
And hello to the meal
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Rich

Written by C Hues

June 12, 2022

The day when democracy becomes disaster
The flood of hate—fighting a coward’s war
Determined to flip fate and break through the doors
A sea of blood awaits; vomit, tears, and lies
Faster, the tweets echo as we drown
Empty was the head that wore the crown

Fox on the prowl to lie to their prey
Freedom stolen, or so they say
With no evidence, but still understand
Unlike the National Parks from tribal land
And all this beauty to keep you sane
All Lives Matter—that’s rich, that’s Bruce Wayne.