The weatherman made a prediction,
But GOD made it a contradiction
As the mighty winds and pouring rains
Turned and changed it course for land
Crashing and thrashing, then trashing everything
In its path, scattering homes, cars and people
With rising waters, swollen rivers and houses,
Floating like boats, cars with no drivers, just floating along
Trees uprooted with power lines grounded from the falls
People everywhere and no where, cries day and night
People across the nation in fright seeing images from the media
Of a forgotten people in a place not recognized, New Orleans
The Black city of Atlantis, not Atlanta, Atlantis, submerged
Death and dying arrive with the President as he looks
Around hearing cries of blame, no shame as he stands
Pondering an answer to “Where is the National Guard?”
A question we all can answer, “Not here.” No place safe for
The weary ones, except the rooftops of their homes, waiting
For the late rescue and the much too late help for some
Bodies floating in watery graves, passing floating homes
Now floating coffins for others yet discovered, man, woman and child,
in their watery graves, the once proud descendants of slaves.
their cries were heard, but not by a timely government.
People well known and not known began to show up with water, food, medicines, and
clothes with shoulders to lean or cry on, underlined with love. Too late to
Point the fingers of blame for there is no shame, just words and a question,
“What went wrong?”
by Haywood Fennell, Sr.
September 9, 2005, 1:20AM
For those who understand the paradox of love and hate…
