by Will Gamble - New York, New York (originally from Kingstree, South Carolina)
In this land of plenty -
I have nothing and the days go by
Water all around us
And there is no clean drop for us to drink
I used to bring fine ladies water -
In between scrubbing their floors and raising their babies
The rich ones from up on St Charles Avenue
In those white pillared mansions
I wonder how they are tonight
We see the helicopters flying all around
But we have not been released
Nothing has been given us to restore our peace
I will myself to live
For my baby's dying in my arms
And I look for stars to wish upon
In this black blue New Orleans sky
To keep my mind off of why
...we have not a drop to drink.
hellicane category: despair
5 comments:
A perfect plaintive plea heard around the World.
Let's make New Orleans and all the affected Gulf Coast State once again sparkle with the human warmth and the gentility of New Orleans.
a poignant point of view.
touching, compelling, simple.
beautiful & outstanding. thought-prevoking and wonderful
Unreal. This poem says it all.
Truly an echo from the collective voices of The Devastation of Hurricane Katrina.
Godbless you for your contribution to the effort to get out the message of why we all suffer at the hands of a distant and uncaring administration!
THIS POEM, OUT OF ALL THAT I READ ON THIS SITE, MOVED ME SO DEEPLY THAT I CANNOT SHAKE THE IMAGE OF ONE LONELY SOUL CLINGING TO LIFE, WAITING FOR AN UNCARING FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TO ACT IN THE MOST MODEST OF MEANS, TO ASSIST THE CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA TO SURVIVE THIS UNTHINKABLE TRAGEDY. MAY GOD RICHLY BLESS YOU FOR SHOUTING OUT LOUD: WE MATTER AND WE REMEMBER!
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