Curse from Nature
Clearly we’ve done something wrong,
Or Mother Earth would not hate us so
First week of school already dreaded
But to add to our misery, she sent a curse
On a Saturday night, my heart broken
And a party just begun
We turn on the TV and guess who we see?
A curse at New Orleans’ doorstep
Two weeks later a city filled with sorrow,
Wondering about tomorrow
But with the curse broken
And storm clouds gone
One question remains:
Is our city lost forever?
With stories told, no longer are we bold
But we are cold, not in body but in spirit
One day free at last
We get out and see our city
Devastation and despair
Our homes beyond repair
To our left flooding four feet high
To our right a fire purposefully made in want of water
Manholes shaking like a leaf in the wind
Thousands gone never to be seen again
Others trapped, some unwilling to depart
Mother Earth, why do you hate us so?
Clearblue skies show none of our ache
But my knees still shake
Our homes and lives beyond repair
Buildings gone in a single flair
Mother Earth have Mercy,
For we will never be the same again
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