Land of Misery
On the eastern shore, she knocked on our door
Then drifted away to the west
She then turned north, and steadily forth
With rage upon her crest
As she gathered force, On a steady course
To a land below the sea
Too Unaware, or unprepared
For such a tragedy
Toppling of homes, the shredding of domes
of a wind that relentlessly blows
All the terrain, was flooded with rain
When the lake did overflow
And then she passed, and none to fast
This city beneath the sea
Leaving this flood, which carries our blood
Through a land of misery.
Hurricane Katrina
Copyright © Joe Inka | Year Posted 2005
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