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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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