Saturday, September 10, 2005

31. Her Name is Katrina

by Rennie Helder - Sacramento, California

So what remains of us
When nothing remains
Who are we after all
After all the strong rain

Who are we when frightened
When down on our knees
Is it only then that we
Say, "God help me, please"

Yes, people are dying
As a baby was born
And those that survive
Say they've been ripped, torn

Some angry, some sad
Some grateful for the old sports arena
But, the girl born today
Won't care if her name is Katrina

hellicane category: abstract

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

From another poet. I really like your style. Your message came across great.