The Bitch of the South

A babe cries from hunger, amongst the
riveting sound of gunfire-
Choppers fly overhead; Their only means
of survival-
Five day old death; Another night of suffering;
Every tomorrow appears to hold them in bitter arms

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A hot August morning; And dawn came too soon;
She woke within evil; Came ashore long before noon-
Crashed lives and lords; With tragedy and pain-
Slashed; and Bashed and lashed out in vain-

Her name was Katrina; The Bitch of the South;
Spoke with a vengence; Breathed mayhem by mouth-
Vile and disgusting; Her anger she shared-
Spread it like famine; A damn she not cared-

Her pathway was wide; Her footsteps bore down;
She stomped her way through; Town after town-
Gobbled up history; Spit out the rest-
Stole lives; and ripped worlds; Like fragile bird's nests-

Picked up the waters of the southern Gulf Bay;
Left all that she touched; Solemn and gray-
The sounds of Orleans; Shrimpers and Jazz-
Memories of the Blues; Swallowed all it has-

Just up the coast; Her eye she did wink;
Everything gone; With a sudden blink-
Not a tear did she shed; A mighty punch she packed-
She was the Bitch of the South; and she never looked back-

Helpless and hopeless seems all that remains;
Cries from the rooftops; Suffering and pain-
Hunger and Sorrow; Grief and Thirst-
The Bitch will not win; We are Americans First!

© Lisa Hilbers
9/03/05