I fight the feisty solid rain

Through the winds that snap my earlobes

And the cold that stuns me rigid

Traipsing through this pain, so frigid

I hold on tight upon my children

My little sisters and our brothers

Each second we go trudging further

Fear grows for my still back-home mother

This wasn’t caused my Bin laden

Musicians don’t sooth us with violins

We’re distressed battling this fray

It’s hard when there’s no help soon on the way

Why does the world blame us for this?

You say we’ve done things to make God mad?

But there’s nothing we could’ve done so worse

Than what this slipshod government has

So God will kill us innocent

Children, old men, just from our way of living?

I think the test was all for you

And you have lost: your mistake unforgiving

Please don’t think little of this mess

You were not the ones struggling in this arena

For I’ve fought the feisty solid rain

& trudged through snapping winds;

Caused by Katrina