Nightmare On Bourbon Street
Jazz clubs
sleazy pubs
cajun food
for every mood
the party place
wears a different face
some say "disgrace"
looting
polluting
murder and rape
there's no escape
from judgement day
where you'll pay
an even worse fate
than that of "Kate"
Sodom and Gomorrah a tale of tragedy
the Bayou has now become the Dead Sea
littered with bodies and lost memories
which of these will the thieves seize
please wake me
shake me
tell me it was a dream
and not a recurring theme
of my constant nightmare
where we no longer care
about our fellow man
just the governments plan
to rape and destroy the ground
Mother Nature didn't lay down
but fought back
with a vicious attack
however we won't learn
until we all burn
from the gas and rockets
that keep emptying pockets
the nightmare continues
the visions even crisper
let's just hope and pray
Kate doesn't have a sister.....
My heart and prayers go out to all
those who were affected by this tragic
event. It saddens me that we continue
to destroy our ecology, and think that
it doesn't effect our world. Hopefully
we will learn before it's too late...peace
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2005
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