The storm came traveling aimlessly in,
And with her a strong black heartless wind.
The meanest storm the coastís ever seen,
That battered the levees of New Orleans.
A maiden storm, her name was Katrina;
It took on the Feds and shook up the FEMA.
She came upon land a category five,
Anyone in her path got buried alive.
The storm, she rumbled, twirled and spun,
And twisted the Bayou into a slum.
Uprooting trees, cars, boats and homes,
Flooding the titanic of Superdomes.
An impoverish city broadcasted world wide,
Brought hope to the humble and shame to the wise.
The Mayor, the Governor, the Presidentís brigade;
Wouldnít go in to administer aide.
Three days of toil and dredge went by,
Without a rescue, they were left to die.
The waves of the ocean were wrought and mislead,
Came through the debris to claim its dead.
Three days the water rose over the city,
Wrecking havoc, despair and death to the pity.
So looting and pilferage took heed to survive,
Since failure in judgment neglects to arrive.
And with it the onslaught of hypocrisy stench,
The bureaucratic justice was stuck in a trench.
Hold on to your fury kneel down and pray,
Godís glory will surface on reckoning day.
The hopeless, the homeless all scattered about,
Their cups filled with anger, their hope full of doubt.
The lost, the scared, the rage was ablaze;
Now lost in the heat of a fiery haze.
All across the country the heartache took toll,
So they opened their wallets and gave from the soul.
Out of neglect, the fear and frustration;
Resilience is healing an sorrowful nation.
Stand up old glory and sing us a song,
That praises the faithful, the mighty, the strong.
Forgive us our trespassers as we take to plight,
Lead us not into temptation, but into the light.