The Wretched of the Earth (For the Katrina Hurricane Victims)

Like a spell with no remedy The strong movement of the wind Accosted by volcanic ceaseless water Stuck and struck endlessly It held grip to all that ever Existed in New Orleans It reminded me of the Beginning when the earth was Without form with void and Darkness dancing upon The face of the deep Katrina did jogged my memory Fifty of thousands were Hurriedly caned by Katrina Katrina the Armageddon lover of Rita The pump ‘pumpeth’ not the water The levels refused to be increased Expect for levels and water Of calamity and catastrophe The bush judge gave out a Blank cheque of cut in social spending All to no one but Katrina They refuse to manage the emergency Came knocking the chilly insurgency Thousands died like fowls By the avarice of the Bush fowl Whose feckless sprinkles only foul As innocent people were fouled In a preventable surge of Katrina The National Guards meant to save lives Had been forcefully ‘hurricaned’ to Iraq In a ‘Kill for Oil’war of the fiendish As they “Kill for Oil” in Far East Katrina hurriedly caned our Kinsmen in Arizona As the mad drive for profit and surplus Pervades the system everywhere It hovers on us the more That the structure places us nowhere Unless we are determined to change it now. We will never get to somewhere Where we can quench our thirst for hungers