The Saints marched in
And in the din
So many dollars spent.
The stadium roof
Can stand a hurricane--
A category five.
What about the residents?
What will keep them alive?
Football is a pastime, yes,
An important one, it's clear.
The folks of ward nine might say,
"Where was our support this year?"
People live in trailers, provided
By the government, it's true.
Where did my Red Cross check go,
Mr. President, Mayor Nagin, I ask of you?
You on top say "you feel their pain."
I doubt it and this is why--
Unless you've lived on peanut butter
And macaroni and cheese--
Until the Saints march in and help--
"The lowest of the low,"
Don't show me a giant football field
When folks have nowhere to go.
Copyright © JAN BACKES | Year Posted 2006