Poem: Katrina, Katrina

In reverence of my residence,
a leveed pain, added procrastination mentality in vain,
unearthed confirmation and only took one weak chain,
A strength leveed on trust, willpower, and legacy,
a storm of truth exposed eyes and of these strengths,
trust was broken, giving way to flooding confusion.

Murky, confusion surrounds me knee high,
something with a face below the surface of this murk grazes my leg,
wishing company, confirming my abandonment,
the foundation of trust I thought I had realized a bowl
of ignorance being flooded by consequence that,
outside this bowl, sits higher than the ground I stand on,
and once the consequential confusion tipped the rim,
I felt as if sinking being consumed in the trap of my ignorance,
"FEMA will come".
The last of me I hold high towards God as His direction
alone guides me to where I do not know,
the water runs fast, He says walk slow.

Katrina, Katrina
Where do I live, when I have no home,
I have land to walk, but not my own, borrowed,
like our time, Katrina let me know the government knew for years,
the danger posed in the lower sole of the boot worn and thrown away.

So now them Saints are sitting,
battered, from being slapped sober,
and Bush got them feeling Jewish 'cuz they've been passed over,
their rights of passage denied obliged to the will to eat,
no relief in sight, but my family gotta eat,
there's a grocery store up the street,
and no business is there, I'm going
to take this chance to 'loot' it clean.
Yes, that's what the tone of my skin wants to do, loot,
I hope our lighter-skinned brethren are able to FIND
the kind of things I plan to LOOT, wait,
who's that with that camera? He going to help me
with that crew behind him?
Hrm, guess not.

Katrina, Katrina
Where do I live, when I have no home,
I have land to walk, but not my own, borrowed,
like our time, Katrina let me know the government knew for years,
the danger posed in the lower sole of the boot worn and thrown away,

I didn't understand what took so long,
it's been three or four days now,
looked down at some floating debris, it said,
"Andrew returned" on a damaged sign next to some tainted fruits,
The apple doesn't fall far folks.

-Nem