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Juneteenth

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
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The Hawk

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
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Rich

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.
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29

Written by C Hues

June 6, 2022

How fantasy will make us fools
The mistress, the two kids, and the wife
The mansions, the sports cars, the swimming pools
To wake up wanting—so is life…

To own and win; then own some more
To be the boss and to pretend
To set the goals and settle score
Then wake up—knowing it’s the end…

The need to want will set us free
But 29 gets in the way
And now the rush to make dreams be
So wake up—time to waste the day…

Now running out of time, that’s it 
But time’s too cruel to stop and sit
So 30 is the look back year?
Won’t wake up—29 is here
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School of Lies

Written by C Hues

May 23, 2022

Learn the language that is dead
Derision drilled into your head
Scholars pick the books to teach
And now our roots are out of reach

To educate—first extirpate
Then supersede and sanitize
And so, our young kin know their fate
Is found outside the school of lies