A poem about Hurricane Katrina. Written from the point of view of Hurricane Katrina. |
I have arrived on your doorstep on short notice Never liked waiting around for invitations I might be staying around your town for a while In the city that care forgot My cheeks swelling up With the soul of your city The city descend into anarchy and helplessness Looters plagued the streets, Half of the city underwater, and the other half is under indictment. The saddest story ever told. I know you didn’t ask for this So make the best of it. I looked into your eyes With a ferocity that borders on the pathological I will judge your American morals, Police deserted, The mayor dithered. This is my promise In this season of despair This place Once a national treasure Broken into a thousand pieces Will be The saddest story ever told. As bad as it sounds, I depend on the kindness of strangers, Your boats and buses Full of men and women With their generosity of spirit Can’t give interference Between me and the 932 people Who perished They stayed behind because of Of “strong moral threads” This is were it all starts Hard times You need to move forward Despite hard times Rebuild as a community Forget hard times Many of you cannot fathom a life outside of Racial tensions and rampant self-indulgence. I’ve come to your rescue You didn’t ask for this Stubborn that way, fiercely proud and independent people Everybody loves their home, I understand that. But I don’t pity you. That cathedral I spared A community treasure The heart and soul of the city. My fierce winds, A instrument of seemingly inexhaustible source of melody and percussion And swing But I left it virtually untouched. So make the best of it. I am hope for all that are hopeless I leveled the racial tensions And made dark times. When you strip away all the craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture The best thing about this city are it’s people. This is your promise It’s time to introduce yourselves…again. New Orleans: The city that care forgot, The city that America forgot, The city were hospitality and generosity are seen with ferocity. You may wonder why I chose you, To descend into despair, I bring you back home… To a historic moment in history. Never again…will you be The city that care forgot. |