An inventive poem about Hurricane Katrina |
A Moment’s Reality within Mirrored Flashes of Time… Oh God, the horror – God, the fright; My God! What has occurred tonight? I’ve been around ‘most fifty years – my life is now beset with fears… My dearest wife – it’s time to go; with pomp and circumstance let’s show the world that we’re indeed – The Best! My dearest wife, oh how we’re blessed… My God! The sounds of breaking glass; of blowing wind – the smell of gas. It’s come in close. How can this be? It’s come in like an angry sea… A phone call, Dear – do pardon, please – I shall return when I appease the person who disturbs my time – ‘please see my drink has extra lime’… My God! I am so all alone! It’s getting hard to hold my own. And this ‘ol house can’t be replaced! My God! The water’s to my waist! Well, Dear, there is no need to leave for problems that I do believe will be addressed by local folk – my Aides advise me not to choke… My God! I’m trapped here – two long days. Can’t quench my thirst – I’m in a haze! Where is the help? Where is the aid? My God I’m hungry! How I’ve prayed… My Dear, it seems it’s worse than thought. It seems that folks are most distraught. I guess I’ll send a few more troops to settle down these moral groups… My God! I’m saved! My house is lost – and furthermore I’ve now been tossed into a dome where mis’ry lies; with such conditions I despise… My Dear, let’s stop and have some lunch; well, actually let’s have some brunch. The breakfast hours passed right by; and I’m so hungry I could die… With still no food and still no drink, My God! I’m driven to the brink! As peoples tempers run amuck – as politicians pass the buck… My goodness, Dear they dare blame me for waiting all this time to see that help was needed days ago. They say that I’ve been far too slow… My God! So many horrors loom within this space so full of gloom. There’re rapes and shootings, bathrooms flood as tempers flair in fits of blood… My dear, we must go down and quell the ones who say I don’t excel at making choices for our states – they say that they’re in desperate straights… My God! My life has been destroyed! I have no house, I’m unemployed! I’m one of thousands losing all; with nothing left – I fear I’ll fall…. My Dear, let’s show them that we care. We’ll share some hugs, and say a prayer. We’ll tell them that we’ll right what's wrong – assure them how they’ll come out strong… My God! How will I find my place within my country I embrace? Who’s gonna give me what I had? A house… a job… a launching pad… My Dear, it’s time to head on home. I’ve made my speeches to postpone the thinking shared by races, shunned – this backlash leaves me rather stunned… As thousands beg a helping hand; My God! We look to our command to show support – to share our grief; to bring our families some relief… My dearest wife – it’s time we go; with pomp and circumstance let’s show the world that we’re indeed – The Best! My dearest wife, oh how we’re blessed… |