Written by C Hues
April 28, 2024
Rime
Written by C Hues
April 23, 2024
There’s too much time
Too little margin of error
No reason or rhyme
In this rime of terror
Hell freezes over
Because you elected the unelectable
What was so visible
Is suddenly undetectable
And the spring gets colder
Shit is residual
Doesn’t it madden you?
Suppose it would if there’d been a soul.
The blood from 5th Avenue
Is the cost of the individual.
Rime
Green
Written by C Hues
April 22, 2024
There once was a Governor named Green.
He kept his environment clean--
Till some who liked fracking
Paid him what was lacking.
And so, he sold out for that green.
Green
Laoise
Written by C Hues
April 21, 2024
There once lived some dogs, they were Laoise’s.
She let them run wild; was egregious.
They ran out of the fence.
Bit a man in “defense”.
She was sued, yet she still got no leashes.
Laoise
Progress
Written by C Hues
April 20, 2024
What is progress,
But a big step forward before they push us back.
What is progress,
But a word meant to make men remake black.
What is progress,
But a step up from regress, then we’re right back.
What is progress,
But constant strife, a war without an end?
What is progress,
But a slogan to make the cold and lifeless feel.
What is progress,
But the hook and the reel.
What is progress,
But still, brave black men and women against the violent wind.
This is progress,
Not too progressive in fact.
Progress
Hope
Written by C Hues
April 19, 2024
Hope is what’s released
When your only son is shot by police
Hope is what will cease
When cops commit crime but ask you for peace
Hope is lost, black man
When your daughter’s assaulted by the Klan
Hope has got you damned
When the ghost of Jim Crow haunts this free land
Hope has been erased
When you’ve fought our war, yet you’ve been displaced
Hope has lost its place
When all our artists have their dreams defaced
Hope is but a lie
But thanks hope, you’re a far cry from a cry.