This is a poem about my home town of New Orleans that I wrote in the days after Katrina. |
Peace be to the hallow streets of Song Where children played, and music danced The home where our hearts sang along. As throughout the streets Revelars pranced A city with no right or wrong and only grand mothers took a second glance Tall tales where told when the night where long And young lovers hearts seek romance. Streets and Barterers haggled on Hippies protest to take a stance Where blue notes whisper, a heart felt prong Sorrow sung twists your mind, Deep in trance As life burst through you like a religious song. Your feet dance in a patterned advance Blue notes pour forth from eyes lifelong The old man's pain, strikes like a shattered lance. Look down to your feet, you mighty throng Look down your soul, its dark expance. For now sleeps the City of Song Black water rolls where we once danced. Dark sorrow fills me this time it is wrong No music plays, no children prance. Death lay close, in the City Of Song. Who then should take the stance. All hearts cry out for, The City Of Song. The Big Easy sinks as lies Advance. |