Author: C Hues

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Sunset

Written by C Hues

November 18, 2022

When winter’s shadow draws ever near
You expect the sun to speed its pace.
What is old will wither and decay 
While new seeds spring up in its place.

But for us—sunset has come too soon
The days are submerged in the dark
At early age we see the moon
And sunrise seemed a shortened spark.

Youth should at least be given chance
To bloom and rise, or at least try.
But time is cruel and doesn’t care
At what age you are sent to die.

The sudden flash of righteous rage
The rush of tears, the helpless thought
That I can make the sunrise last
Adds more insult to memory past.
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Red Wave

Written by C Hues

November 16, 2022

Try to drown us in lies to gain power
Racist reporter turned politician
Election deniers turned sour
Congratulations on your failed mission.

The Red Wave never came
And now the fools have an excuse to blame
Their great leader whose victory would be HUGE
But the smart ones saw through their subterfuge.
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Veteran

Written by C Hues

November 10, 2022

There are no songs for the valorous veteran
So many sacrificed themselves abroad
Those who survived still suffered scars
Names unknown and never to laud.

Men who got medals in another land
But received none from their own
Restaurants, hotels, towns had them banned
And forget the benefits they were owed.

Men who fought in every war
While the elite got richer
And they stayed poor
They died for us—yet we ignore.

Women who served and saved lives
Denied the right to dine with fellow Officers
Mothers, Sisters, Daughters, Wives
Their sacrifice still survives.
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Old Western

Written by C Hues

November 7, 2022

Whenever I see the old western
I see the sturdy, stocky, sure-fire shooters
BANG! 
They never miss and never learn
Move over for the land looters

All the cowboys look the same
And they the heroes sent by Christ
BANG!
Sanctified to murder, maim
And build their homes from divine heist
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Go West

Written by C Hues

November 4, 2022

It’s time to go west
Said the men with big plans
And bigger guns in their vest
How history’s arc spans.

There is no expanse
To the frontiersman’s greed
To their tune you’ll dance
Or on air—you’ll bleed.