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Beneath the painted cloudy sky\r\nBurnt by sun rays shining high\r\n\r\nLies a wicked killer storm\r\nComes by day or night no matter\r\n\r\nEvil in its sinister waves\r\nGives no quarter either way\r\n\r\nThis wicked,…

Beneath The Painted…

Sordid suffering\r\nSunk in sewage\r\nPorch-less houses\r\nWrecks and ruins\r\nBloated bodies\r\nFlesh be stewing\r\nLeft to rot\r\nIn New Orleans\r\n\r\nSocial bedlam\r\nRiotous looting\r\nCops and robbers\r\nAll…

He Who Cares...Wins

\"My God, George -\r\nAll the people suffering and dying!\"\r\n\"Hey, it\'s not like they\'re white people.\"\r\n

My God, George

My Precious Child\r\n\r\nCome and soar over the storm with Me\r\nYou do not have to be touched by life\'s storms\r\nWhen you are in Me\r\nPut your faith in Me\r\nAnd you will be like an eagle flying over the storm…

Come & Soar With Me

you locked \'em in and let \'em rot for five days\r\nwho knew you could use FEMA to keep help away...\r\ncongratulations!\r\nyou\'ve finally graduated\r\nfrom President Lionel Hutz\r\nto third world Emperor\r\n(can\'t…

You Locked \'Em In &…

(Note: this poem was inspired by the heartbreaking photograph below from the Los Angeles Times showing a young boy surrounded by the devastation of Hurricane Katrina along the Mississippi Gulf Coast.)\r\n\r\nA child sits…

Anyone Know How I…

Stand-alone figure of a man\r\nWho has a reputation of winning\r\n\r\nAlways rises to the circumstance\r\nMan to call when in a clutch\r\n\r\nDrumroll and the heartbeat of a trumpet blast!\r\nSound of the wind,…

The Katrina Promise

\r\nWe\'re not only afraid of the rising water\r\nBut now the looters\r\n\r\nI asked them where they were goin\'\r\nThey didn\'t know\r\nThey didn\'t know\r\nThey have no place to go\r\n\r\nThey were on rooftops for…

We\'re Not Only…

They built a city below the sea\r\nThey watched it drown in misery\r\nThey never planned for such tragedy\r\nThe leaders as lost as those in the sea\r\n\r\nSuch violence, and chaos, and rage and crime\r\nAnd no one is…

City Built Below The…

Twas an ill wind blowing on that August day\r\n\'Twas a portent of what was headed that way\r\nAll saints and sinners, aye ye better take heed\r\nOf the storm they called Katrina\r\n\r\nAll the anchors were down and the…

Katrina\'s Wrath