Written by C Hues
July 1, 2022
LOVE OF LITERATURE AND HISTORY
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
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
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
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
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.