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The rain it came, softly falling
then came the wind the voice of mother nature
she screamed and howled out her pain
giving birth to the hurricane called Katrina
The people did not believe or take heed
her wetland birth canal had been ripped, sloth off
gone, no longer able to protect her body shore
Katrina, Oh Katrina exploded in a breached gush
Mother was proud of her new infant Katrina
moving her north for the rest of the coast to view
then the people found out of the sunshine she left
came the dark and creeping bleeding onto the land
Mother nature was still bleeding from her birth
the dark liquid spilled over the levees, isolating and killing
there seemed no escape for the people left behind
no voice had they to be heard, hunger and thirst excelled
Desperation, dirty hungry and tired they cried helpless
shots rang out and still no place could they go to hide
for where Mother nature left off evil man took over
hell fires burn in murky waters as floating corpses rise
Is this my country, is this my America?
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|Reviewed by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers
|I agree about the giving birth metaphor ... nice!|
|Reviewed by Kathy Kubik
|The extended metaphor of giving birth is expertly executed here, and works well to define the tragedy and horror that is Katrina. The question at the end is dissettling and haunting, as it should be.
|Reviewed by Mocha Sistah
|i love this. very true and beautifully scripted.|
|Reviewed by Michael Wells
|for where Mother nature left off evil man took over
that's the worst thing about this tragedy
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Shattering write; God help us all in the wake of this disaster!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <