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Warning: Sad Pictures included in Poem...Katrina is Choking Me: Morning Of September 14, 2004
Katrina is Choking Me:MOrning of September 14, 2004
Sometimes I wonder
Is it better to speak louder than thunder?
Or burry my voice six feet under
O how simply they fail to remember
In their eyes,
We are children without mother
But "who gave birth to this?"
I wonder....
Before Katrina
We met her sister
Jeanne, was our serial killer
In my village
She took young and the old souls
I’m told…
“Lined them up before the globe.”
But the globe's warmth went cold
Who’s bold enough—
To bring back aged verses
From Jeanne's tears?
Fragments of life
Flying in thin air
Young souls are leaving earth
Fast as the unpolluted atmosphere
Our shacks dived beneath water
In her savage tears,
Trees grew wings…
There was no helicopter
There was no CNN
There was no dorm -for cover
All I heard was…
Red Cross passing
But there was no road
To snatch the living
Lord!
Who came to rescue us
From this savage killing!
Women stretched their hands to the vacant space
As the children fought for their last breath
But Jeanne, our sniper
Took it all away to rest
I see the strongest man drift on
There was no boat...
Who can cleanse Jeanne's sins away?
Thus, I wonder,
Is it better to speak louder than thunder
Or, burry my voice six feet under?
Speak up!
All I ask for is a Jeanne clap?
Do You Care
About
Our
Haitian
Plea?
That night, we died
But
no
one
cried
(c)2006 Written by Fania Simon
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