Katrina
Her name was Katrina, her vegeance was wide,
hundreds of people had no where to hide.
Her hurricane winds battered the coast,
distroying what people loved the most.
Security was taken, in the blink of an eye,
leaving people helpless, many would die.
Inadequate levees broke, all was not well,
New Orleans became a living hell.
Racing water rose ever so quick,
it took the healthy and the sick.
On rooftops, where people layed,
rescue was the word our nation prayed.
Some people found it hare to defend,
slow acting officials, on whom we depend.
So many people with no where to go.
Many without possessions to show.
Hearts were opened, everyone cared,
clothes, money, and time were shared.
No one will ever forget Katrina's rath,
the day she ran her distructive path.
I wrote this 4yrs ago today in memory of
all the people who parished.
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