A Cry For Help
During the devestation of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, Louisiana. Haunting memories
of a nightmare that will never be forgotten.
All through this great nation,
screaming voices of isolation,
echoing cries of the weak,
along the crossroads of smothering August heat.
No dignity as death unfolds,
wing whipped city, a sinking bowl.
Just for the record and made to be known,
slow to respond to my drowning soul,
with hope for life in a sinking bowl.
The last breath taken with misery,
and just for the record, history.
Copyright © Shannon Farlouis | Year Posted 2010
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