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The rain it came, softly falling\r\nThen came the wind, the voice of Mother Nature\r\nShe screamed and howled out her pain\r\nGiving birth to the hurricane\r\nCalled Katrina\r\n\r\nThe people did not believe or take heed\r\nHer wetland birth canal had been ripped, sloth off\r\nGone, no longer able to protect her body shore\r\nKatrina, Oh Katrina exploded in a breached gush\r\n\r\nMother was proud of her new infant Katrina\r\nMoving her north for the rest of the coast to view\r\nThen the people found out, of the sunshine she left -\r\nCame the dark and creeping, bleeding onto the land\r\n\r\nMother nature was still bleeding from her birth\r\nThe dark liquid spilled over the levees, isolating and killing\r\nThere seemed no escape for the people left behind\r\nNo voice had they to be heard, hunger and thirst excelled\r\n\r\nDesperation, dirty, hungry and tired, they cried helpless\r\nShots rang out and still no place could they go to hide\r\nFor where Mother Nature left off, evil man took over\r\nHell fires burn in murky waters as floating corpses rise\r\n\r\nIs this my country\r\nIs this my America?