From the watery depths of hell, the City of New Orleans was razed,
Smelling the stench of death in nostrils, people incoherent and dazed,
Babies hollering, people yelling, groaning and moaning and shaken,
This cannot be happening, it’s a dream where I must awaken.
In a split second the waters rose and swallowed people whole,
The waters ransacked and ravaged, to destroy was its only goal.
People climbing up on rooftops, buildings minimized like toys,
The deafening sounds that you could hear were piercing shrieks and noise.
Watching from the TV set it seemed unbelievable and surreal,
Like a horrifying movie where the monster “Katrina” sought to kill,
But this was no action movie nor was it a horror flick,
How people were buried in a watery grave made my stomach sick
The nation watched in anguish, but response was rather slow,
Some say the response would have been quicker, if the victims weren’t black or po’.
Others say it was the “Wrath of God” for a complete city to be devastated,
What a pity, what a shame that so many people were annihilated.
The raging waters had no way to determine and pick and choose,
Of whose lives that it would rather spare and whose lives that it would lose.
Is there a lesson to be learned in this gross tragedy?
To reach out and help one another in any catastrophe.
No matter what the social class, color, race or creed,
Do what you are able to do, and show a kindly deed.
Help victims to rebuild their lives and then after you’re through,
Thank the Lord for what you have, because it could have been you.