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Sordid suffering Sunk in sewage Porch-less houses Wrecks and ruins Bloated bodies Flesh be stewing Left to rot In New Orleans

Social bedlam Riotous looting Cops and robbers All getting their boot in Left five days No wonder they're fuming Government lost If it ain't shooting

The bottom rung Couldn't get out Left to fend In flood and drought Just got to get on No use to shout Whilst wealthy ears F*ck about

Fires burning Under water Broken fathers Search for daughters Rescue crews With guns so thoughtless Still living dead Like lambs to slaughter

Disillusioned Aimless wading Possession-less Dreams fast fading Hopeless homeless Survival scathing Drags them under Darkness waiting

Man at top Clueless fool Checking wreckage Sat on a stool Soulless sorrow Cucumber cool Flesh and blood Just not a jewel

Excuses fall Like autumn leaves To clarify thoughts Of the bereaved Floods and tears Anger breathes This the freedom They all seized

Power charges Into the ring Box them ears Make them sing They've got the fear You've got the things You're deep, they're shallow They hear only ch-ching!