The Day the Levee Broke: Part 4
Next day no water supply
Child looks up to me with searchin eyes
"Daddy I'm thirsty" in a weak voice
To a papa I don't have no choice
The Good Ol Boy can't hear her voice
And now I'm Looting
I survived the tragedy
Now I got to do right by my family
How exactly grateful do you want me to be?
Life's force caused my destiny
And I'm gonna do right by baby
And now I'm fightin
Child lost mama, her strength and her home
Plans out there made but we're all alone
Mama’s not here no more in the Dome
This shelter is her resting stone
Babies Blanket is her resting stone
Baby stoking the resting stone
And now we're prayin
September 2005
We're doin our best just to survive
Please cry baby so I know you’re alive
This is changing me deep down inside
We're all changing way deep down inside
And now I'm angry
Takin babies and wives from the man
Never thought this could happen in Our Free Land
Can't get my head around it to understand
Chaos everywhere here for the man
Just gotta do the best that I can
They say I'm looting
Cameraman and the new on TV
Filming me taking supplies for baby
How exactly grateful do you want me to be?
While your watchin me on your TV
They call me looter and Refugee
Darlin, looter and a Refugee
But I'm still prayin
Wasted water surrounds little ones
I know New Orleans has mightier sons
We're takin water, food and some meds
Surviving in this homestead
My shoulder now is babies’ bed
Strong shoulders now for babies bed.
And I'm still hopeful
Go ahead and call me Refugee
A looter, a black man that you see on TV
But I'm no Good Ole Boy Judging from a safe place
I'm a papa lookin in babies face
A widowed papa lookin in babies face.
And now I'm prayin
Copyright © Dawn Matley Maselli | Year Posted 2005
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