Katrina
The raging storms have come and gone;
But the sorrow still remains.
The levies gave way and much was lost.,
And all that was left was the pain.
Refugees, they were called
were left to their own devices
Please help us they begged.
We need to be fed.
Do they know how precious a life is?
We need that piece of paper signed
before we can go in, the government said
Please help us, they cried.
We need food and water.
Or more of us will certainly be dead
Just dot the I’s and cross the T’s.
And then we will be on our way.
Surely, in this land of abundance
they won’t make us wait another day.
How was it to be that we could all could see
The press reach us with such ease
Where was our so called government,
In our biggest time of need?
Help us they cried;
My baby has died.
I guess all our men were all overseas.
Don’t send food or water.
They said,
Send money, that is what we need.
To line the pockets of the fat cats,
That are so filled with greed
And now the time has come to rebuild,
To rise again from the ashes.
The phoenix will rise again my friend.
And Mardi Gras will not just be a thing of the past
Copyright © Penny Locke | Year Posted 2006
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