Katrina

Katrina: The waters rise as the tears we cry, our hopes and dreams all float away, as we bow are heads for mercy we pray.. Courage is asked of the smallest a child, No reprieve is given as natures fury runs wild.. It's been two days of waiting on my roof as I feel it sway. I think my lack of water helps me dream the time away.. Who would be there to weep for me who would be left to cry. If the water rises three more feet , who would hear my last goodbye .. Too little too late the help just isn't there. My question to our leaders , for us poor do they not care.. But the American public wouldn't stand for it , to see their own in such a way.. The ones who could took in strangers , the strong in faith began to pray.. They say tragedy brings out the best and worst in man, and I've seen my share of both.. But the one thing I'll always remember, and the one we can all surely boast . Is the way the American people came to our aid, when we needed you the most.. I was poor before , I have nothing now, like a clock ticks life goes on.. Someday I will return to you. The Big Easy so far gone..