This was written during Katrina, finally got to put it up.
Not written very well, but any type of review is good
How could we imagine it to end like this?
How can we uncurl out fists?
Raised up in mutiny of our dear city?
People see and think pity
Let the rain fall
Down on this city
We'll still have that all night ball
Parading down the streets
With those crazy jazz beats
That are only here.
What do we have to fear?
Redemption is so near
Can you repent in time?
Before that hour glass runs out
You can only do it here down south
Where the party is wild
That's our style
That's how we do it here in this city
That's my hometown
It's drowning itself
When will you drain it out?
You're leaving us in doubt
Who will have a home?
Who will be left to roam?
Where could they find a home?
When can the rest rebuild a home?
When can we go home?
To the city of decadence
Please take me home
Where the music grabs at your soul
Let me tell you that,
My own tale of two cities lies at home.
Thanks for reading. R/R some other stuff