Hurricane Katrina's Wrath

I don’t know which flowed faster, my blood or tears; “Our country will endure”, Mr. President, doesn’t alleviate my fears. Every night I thanked God for the roof over my head; But now dear Jesus please don’t make me see another neighbor dead. I respect the soldiers who fight for freedom until they’re black & blue; But being held at gunpoint for a piece of bread isn’t something I volunteered to do. My tombstone won’t be in Arlington with the flag flying high; But at the gates of Heaven we’ll be the same in God’s eyes. Mr. President, I don’t expect you to understand, you haven’t tasted death on your tongue; I even wanted to be commander in chief when I was young. We aren’t so different, had different circumstances that’s all; But you’re sleeping on a satin pillow; my dehydrated body is against a cement wall. I am a good Christian man, never been a thief in my life, But I will go to hell for stealing insulin to save my diabetic wife. As her breaths get shorter, my hope is dying too. Are these my last hours and if so what is there left to do. The wealthiest nation, four days too late, and now we’re poor; Wealth isn’t about money any more. As I close my eyes I swear I won’t die with shame; At this point I don’t care who is to blame I say my last prayer and kiss my wife’s cold cheek too; Yes, Mr. President, I am praying for you.