Written by C Hues
August 25, 2022
Dying from water, dying in debt Dead sons and daughters, and houses bereft Can’t get the appraisal, black people never left Jesus, we died but my people never slept And the supremacists say white Jesus never wept Consumed by fear, left with doubt We all know there’s not one way out When everything’s so roundabout The politicians keep their clout While people like us endure the drought