One more anniversary, of a tragic event- A day of infamy; A day of praying spent- Praying for lives saved; Praying for those lost- Bowing with tears streaming; Oh Father, the cost!
Through the eye of the lens; A camera man caught- the pain and suffering; Safety being sought- None would there be; The elements ate away- at the human side of sanity, as darkness swallowed day
The first would come and go; The second brought despair- Sweltering heat; More than some would bear- A Father left behind; A Brother; A Sister- All loved and lost; In Katrina's burning blister
So many stranded; With no hope at all- Not one string to hold to; Again, darkness would fall- Up on the rooftops; Holding up signs- Help me, Please! Thousands did they find
Today we remember, but what part do we recall? For me it was the children; and the empty chair against the wall- The man with out his meds; left in siezures embrace- and the sheets covering those that now rest in Grace
While politicians' tongues swelled through the lies; playing, pass the blame; Another dies- Through the eye of Katrina; Real truths were found- a third world scenario, on America's own ground
One more anniversary, of a tragic event, A day of infamy; A day of praying spent- Praying for lives saved; Praying for those lost- Bowing with tears streaming; Oh Father, the cost!
There is no quick fix for such devastation and it will take many, many years to rebuild, if in fact, rebuilding is even a viable option. It is very sad to lose so much and to find that there is nothing left to valdate your memories. Excellent poem, Lisa, so very nice to read you again, I have really missed having your words grace the board.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2006
Lisa, splendid work. It will take decades to get back on track, especially with the useless Congress and a President that runs when there is an emergency.
Lisa you captured the black sins of humanity when faced with the anger of nature and forced us to look back on tragedy and ask why. Not only why the politicians did nothing but what have they done to see it doesn't happen again. Great intense and painful write my friend.
Felix L. Perry
*Tears* The cost, incalculable; now what can be learned from the storm? A powerful, heartfelt tribute to what once was...and hopefully, can be again; thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by R. S. Williams (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2006
A tragic story. It feels like you were really there.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
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Love,
Eileen
God bless,
Tim
Take care,
Sherry
Felix L. Perry
Good to read you again...even though on a sad note!!
Love Tinka
*Tears* The cost, incalculable; now what can be learned from the storm? A powerful, heartfelt tribute to what once was...and hopefully, can be again; thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.