Written by C Hues
January 7, 2024
White supremacists storm the capital. But their crime is far from capital. You say the punishment is too severe? Pretend they’re black—still think that’s fair? Giving burgers to church shooters. Use excuses to murder looters. Say that you’re friend to every cop, Yet that red wave made blue lives stop. And now you speak of bullshit pardon, I hear you right? I beg your pardon. Supremacists raped us and reveled in our blood. Called us cursed sons of the Flood. But if we’re cursed, I guess you’re blessed. Power judges, yet cannot confess.