The Storm
God bless the weary souls that broke there necks
grabbing people off of roof decks.
But i hope that the reason for others to be so late,
was not to protect the French Quarters and mansion gates.
God knows thats not the case, saving pretty places
and not all those innocent faces.
we hope that new Orleans opening in a week.
while mothers and fathers have children to seek
is not because of what they thought held worth?
because nothing is worth more than human birth.
we hope that in case of another disaster they
let my house go.
and save you much faster.
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