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WIND, FLOOD, FAMINE
Weep, anyone who has a heart, for those who suffer, Hear Katrinas raging wind, birthing giant tides, rendering levees asunder.
A house is no longer a home, Wood and autos, lifeless flesh, floating amidst the churning currents.
Here and now, a displaced humanity adrift, Clinging to clouds of hopelessness and despair.
Any day now, the helping hand of salvation will reach out, Lifting up the down trodden thru Florence Nightingales.
My heart eddies, my soul whirlpools, What am I to do, as you starve and thirst for what was.
At once, Im going out of my head, with all that was left undone, Budget cuts, bureaucratic red tape, authority ineffectiveness.
I, who have everything, mourn for your loss, you immersed ebony and ivory superstar, Is your love still deep? Marked by Twains fathoms, as the Big Easy Metropolis.
Will you go the way of our previous Atlantis? Sinking into the bottomless mire, We plead with our love God, restore and salvage a broken people.
If only for one night, we could hear the ghost of jazz past, Louie, Fats, Pete, Al, easing our fears, resurrecting the melodious sounds of amours gilded lilts.
Since the loss of our Bayou baby, hear the Raging Cajun, the roar of the Bengal Tiger and the Southern Jaguar,
The Tulane Green Wave surfs the Mardi Gras, the French Quarter whets the appetite, and the big wheels on Faulkners and Clemenss mighty Mississippi, keep on turning.
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