138. A Human's Anger (Political Victim)

by Tabitha aka Poetic SunShyne - New Orleans, now in S.A.

If it will make you feel better to hear me say that I am fine
Then I'm fine...
but deep down my heart is broken and on certain
days I feel as if I'm losing my mind
We were trapped in a hotel for 4 days
I thought of our deaths a million different ways
You tend to sway in and out of reality when your back
is to the wall
NO water...NO air...And it seemed like NO way out
So your soul decides to free fall
A small light shines and you get to escape
Finding solice in a foreign town
You turn on the television to see those who didn't make it out
and guilt sets in
Some of these people were my kin!
And there was nothing I could do to set them free
You go to playing mind games of...It should not be them, but instead be
me
Well today we are all FREE, and they ask me if I'm ever going back
I have to catch myself, because a part of me wants to attack any and all
who asks me that
THEY WERE LEAVING PEOPLE THERE TO DIE!!!!
And that shyt right there is a concrete fact
Why should I return to a government who gives less that a fuck about me
and my kin?
The color of my people's skin was not of their liking
So that gave them the green light to let lives come to an end
They refer to us as refugees
They may as well have called us slaves
I'm not an advocate of murder, but these political bitches need to be 6
feet under ground
Yep I'm saying it...They need to be dead in their graves
I'm angry...I'm sad
We're alive, but we lost ALL we ever had
Don't get it twisted, we are happy to be alive, but
this shyt here deeply makes us mad
And if I had one wish I'd wish for those who perished to rise
Katrina did her damage, but by political officials WE put in office
is how we became victimized
My name is Sunshyne and I survived Katrina
but was almost killed by my government

Peace


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

132. Raise My Scorn

by silverpawpa

Preparing for a national tragedy that in time will come
Stacked across Hope, Arkansas a housing storage sprung
House trailers fill that airfield like a ladder, rung by rung
With this inventory of housing, homeless we wouldn’t be stung

A sea of new roofs abound as you cast a glance around
Twenty five thousand or more not fastened to the ground
Without any children’s laughter or nary a whimper of sound
Only a stupid rule by FEMA halts this national glorious crown

900 million dollars we paid for immediate housing before our eyes
Can’t be dispersed to a flooding zone and again victims' hope dies
Dispersing these homes to Katrina victims, silencing their cries
A few miles north of the coast where trailer cities should take rise

Why pay 900 million and add 25 thousand a month storage to that
Our belfry isn’t empty, it’s filled with stupidity instead of a bat
How many dense bureaucrats should wear a pointed dunce hat
How many gutless politicians on their spineless backs not get a pat

Communities have had house trailers that suffered many a storm
Is their thinking that travel trailers will be towed if a storm is born
Not everyone has a trailer hitch, that never has been the norm
But keeping these homes in storage really does raise my scorn


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

130. No Place To Go

by Dione Porche

I used to think America was the best place to live
Now I wonder with amazement as I see it has nothing to give

I sit with eyes in tears
As the media focuses on our fears

The nation sees our pain
Some companies see wealth to gain

Just as they did the very day after
No help, no guidance, no relief after our disaster

Our resilliant children smile and play,
in crowded shelters, just as if it were any day

We try to smile back and keep them strong
Protecting them from the truth of our nation's wrong

Where is Mr. Bush in our time of need?
Tsunami victims got food in a day and not a week

The politicians all poke fingers to blame
But for us, our dire situation is still the same

Aren't we all surprised? That in our own true need
Our government funds are for other nation's children to feed?

So they quickly give us food stamps, without a refrigerator to store
People cramped in shelters, with small cots on a cold floor

Telephones glued to our ears, hours go by as we sit on hold
Call another telephone number we are told

So, we are glad television ratings are up
But for us, I guess we're stuck


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

129. Katrina X

by Troy Dunn (PoetryByTroy.com)

I can’t remember the last few days
but somethin’ gone wrong
Vandals come - X my home
Children gone

Clouds cover the sun
And water everywhere
Noah must a left
Crawford’s Prince doesn't care

Hands are getting sore
Skin is falling down
Waters left us behind
Kids still not around

The cross on our house
three down below
And 9/9 above
My husband left long ago

Just me, Denae and Taylor
But can’t find ‘em now
The X that won’t come off
Things God just won’t allow

Somen’ happening
Dozers moving in
Splinters to the earth
Nature doesn't sin

I followed it here
A dump I think
Stretches quite a way
Lost into the brink

Learned something new
Found out I can’t die
Tick-a-tock, Tick-a-tock
Orleans to lie


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

127. that bitch

anonymous

i once met a bitch named katrina
i never knew a ho that was meaner
she came into town
blew all my shit down
and now i'm fu$%^&* with FEMA


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

123. Hurricane Katrina

by Orin Griffin - Albany, New York

The storm came traveling aimlessly in
And with her a strong black heartless wind
The meanest storm the coast’s ever seen
That battered the levees of New Orleans

A maiden storm, her name was Katrina
It took on the Feds and shook up the FEMA
She came upon land a category five
Anyone in her path got buried alive

The storm, she rumbled, twirled and spun
And twisted the Bayou into a slum
Uprooting trees, cars, boats and homes
Flooding the titanic of Superdomes

An impoverished city broadcast world wide
Brought hope to the humble and shame to the wise
The Mayor, the Governor, the President’s brigade
Wouldn’t go in to administer aide

Three days of toil and drudge went by
Without a rescue, they were left to die
The waves of the ocean were wrought and misled
Came through the debris to claim its dead

Three days the water rose over the city
Wreaking havoc, despair and death to the pity
So looting and pilferage took heed to survive
Since failure in judgment neglects to arrive

And with it the onslaught of hypocricy stench
The bureaucratic justice was stuck in a trench
Hold on to your fury, kneel down and pray
God’s glory will surface on reckoning day

The hopeless, the homeless all scattered about
Their cups filled with anger, their hope full of doubt
The lost, the scared, the rage was ablaze
Now lost in the heat of a fiery haze

All across the country the heartache took toll
So they opened their wallets and gave from the soul
Out of neglect, fear and frustration
Resilience is healing a sorrowful nation

Stand up Old Glory and sing us a song
That praises the faithful, the mighty, the strong
Forgive us our trespasses as we take to plight
Lead us not into temptation, but into the light


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

115. Gulf

by yukti - India

they have their war
we have our storm
taking the innocents

whole gulfs apart
we are engulfed together
as one


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

114. And They Knew

by Melba Scott (a.k.a. Epiphany) - Riverside, California

It is a wind that blows no one some good...
but conniving treachery - the illest wind by far

...AND THEY ALL KNEW KATRINA WAS COMING
THE POOR, BLACK AND DISPOSSESSED
WOULD BE THERE WHEN SHE ARRIVED
FOR THEY HAD BEEN ABANDONED
LEFT TO FEND FOR SELF
OR DIE

“Papa Legba, ouvrier barriere por moi passer”

OOOH SHE WAS A VERY ILL WIND THAT HAD FINALLY
BLOWN IN
HARBINGER OF SEVERE MOURNING

WHAT FOUL THEOCRACY IS THIS?

DESTROYER ABOLISHING ALL MANNER OF THINGS
ALL SUBSTANCE AND LOVED ONES
ALL SECRETS AND DREAMS
FAMILIES SCATTERED BY THE BREATH
OF MEPHISTOPHLIAN SCHEMES

FROM PANDORA’S BOX OF EVILS
KATRINA LOOSED FOR THE WORLD TO SEE
JUST HOW SELF-POSSESSED AND RUTHLESS
THOSE IN POWER WOULD PROVE TO BE
THEY HIRED BLACK WATER MERCENARIES
TO KILL PEOPLE IN ABJECT NEED
WHERE IS THE GOD IN THIS AMERICA?!!
HUMANITARIAN??
DEMOCRACY??

KATRINA
LEFT IN A HUFF
SEARCHIN’ FOR THOSE
WHO HAD CONJURED HER UP

...AND THEY ALL KNEW SHE WAS COMING

AND THEY -
THE RICH WHILE MASKING THEIR SNEERS -
MADE SURE SHE WAS GONE BEFORE THEY REAPPEARED
DRESSED UP FOR THE CAMERAS IN THEIR FINEST GEAR
TO ADD TO THE CHAOS
MORE CONFUSION AND FEAR

AND THEY STOOD THERE
BOLDLY PERPETRATING A FRAUD
BEFORE THE SERPENT, AND THE RAINBOW
AND YES BEFORE GOD

THE RISING TIDE OF HUBRIS
BREACHED THE LEVEE WITH A ROAR
FLOODING THE CITY WITH WATER UNHOLY
TO MAKE PUTRED THE VESSEL FOR
THE PINK-CHEEKED PAINTED DEBUTANTE
WITH THE LICKING BLUE-BLACK TONGUE
ON THE COAT TAILS OF AN ILL-WIND
“SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES”

VEILED DISTORTIONS PARTED
SHE IS HIDDEN NO MORE
BLUE-BLOODED AMERICA
NAKED GLUTTONOUS WHORE

STARVING FOR BREAD SHE CANNOT DIGEST
AND THIRSTING FOR THE WINE SHE WILL NEVER INGEST
THE TRUE NATURE OF HER SPIRIT
IS AT LAST MANIFEST

AND RITA IS ON THE
HORIZON


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

88. Love Letter To Nagin

by Joanna Parsons - San Jose, California

Mayor, come outside
Eyes wide, collapse to your knees in sobs
Of the background you once called your city
Dreaming of prophecy – pages in Scripture
Speak of desolation
“Everything is desolate and displaced – widows
Mourn and children weep!”
Desolation, not of Jerusalem or Judah
But of New Orleans

Mayor, sank to the ground in racking cries
Heard from the radio –
“My city’s gone!”
Woken in the wraith of fury
Of a bi-polar wicked woman named Katrina

Mayor, pray to the Almighty
Anger in the form of blame –
Toward a bush who can only do so much
Rages of the displaced and starved
Judgement. Tribulation. Justice. Trial

Mayor cries, black and proud
This is now an infamous memory of an African-
American generation – a story to be told
And passed down to generations:

“My child,” they’ll say to little ones not yet born
“I remember those days, when dogs whined and
Our town sank like the Titanic
A judgment from God? I say, a judgment of the sin
In the French quarters...or maybe we experienced the
Power of evil
Or wraith in the form of a hurricane!”

Mayor weeps, 'cause all things desolate, and the ground
Wallows under sludge and debris, and all hope is dashed –
For now

Cry to the Almighty and wonder
Why this? Why now? How could this be?!
He sobs
As New Orleans lies underwater
Disasters everywhere are getting larger
An incomprehensible sign of things to come
Fear and the burden of those hurting weigh like brick
On your heart, and tears fall like rain
For those scorned by her fury

And then He says to you
“Let your heart not be troubled. Trust in God, trust also in me.”
Mayor
In My Father’s house are many rooms, if it weren’t so, I would tell you
Mayor, be humble, seek God, repent and he’ll lift you
I will go and prepare a place for you
Hope will rise

Images of trueness of bureaucracy
Which alienated them for their dark skin
Beautiful black faces full of fear and trepidation
In a hellhole called the Superdome
But rescued by the colorful people of the rainbow

Mayor, rise to your knees
Like prophecy in the bible, it will rise again
And be bathed in God’s righteousness like a warm sun

Mayor, rebuilding will begin!
“My city is emerging!”
Lessons learned in the form of hundreds saved by Him
Salvation came through tragedy
Love given through wrath
Warning given in love –
Shake them now, to keep them from something
Eternally more horrid than a city submerged
In bleak water

Mayor cries before the sign of his cherished city
And nations rushed to your side
And there you see restoration, spiritual salvation, Christ’s body
In action – love in action
And rejuvenation on the brink of horizon

See, mayor, see
Beyond those deceitful levees and your trust in man
See into the eyes of the Risen One who can save you
See the rejuvenation
Of your cherished city
On the brink of horizon


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

82. Hurricane Katrina Update

by Tony Peyser - Studio City, California

Over eleven hundred dead
More than one million displaced
The frail in wheelchairs abandoned
FEMA did not act in haste

The writing wasn’t on the wall
But on the roofs of the people stranded
Will there be a real probe into this?
Bush still remains less than candid

The man once in charge testified
And his answers were emphatic:
He blamed each and every problem
On politicians Democratic

Cheney’s pals all got contracts
A license to steal and to rob
Yeah, Brownie, Bush was right:
You did a heckuva job


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

81. Treason

by Nathanial West

You turn your back
and burn the ties
to all thats right
that you defile
but stand despite
the bleeding truth
washed out in trash
so mad with image
and hollow with soul
so stylized and grinning
alone.

[dressed--rehearsed--broadcasted--believed
obsessed--perverse--God-plastic--disease]

Get the cards & phones & debt
fuel the fiend that hurls its lead
where the money shines beneath the sand
when faith aligns with bastard plans
when his designs mean our demands
& sacred seats are $old in sham
the aftermath - alarming, now double the bodies
on the global market of hard luck & big profits
when most plow the course & a few fill their pockets.

[nation--sex--color--creed
location--reflects--other--breed]


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

74. He Who Cares...Wins

by Anthony Turner - Sheffield, UK

Sordid suffering
Sunk in sewage
Porch-less houses
Wrecks and ruins
Bloated bodies
Flesh be stewing
Left to rot
In New Orleans

Social bedlam
Riotous looting
Cops and robbers
All getting their boot in
Left five days
No wonder they're fuming
Government lost
If it ain't shooting

The bottom rung
Couldn't get out
Left to fend
In flood and drought
Just got to get on
No use to shout
Whilst wealthy ears
F*ck about

Fires burning
Under water
Broken fathers
Search for daughters
Rescue crews
With guns so thoughtless
Still living dead
Like lambs to slaughter

Disillusioned
Aimless wading
Possession-less
Dreams fast fading
Hopeless homeless
Survival scathing
Drags them under
Darkness waiting

Man at top
Clueless fool
Checking wreckage
Sat on a stool
Soulless sorrow
Cucumber cool
Flesh and blood
Just not a jewel

Excuses fall
Like autumn leaves
To clarify thoughts
Of the bereaved
Floods and tears
Anger breathes
This the freedom
They all seized

Power charges
Into the ring
Box them ears
Make them sing
They've got the fear
You've got the things
You're deep, they're shallow
They hear only ch-ching!


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

73. My God, George

by L. Shicklgrueber - New Orleans

"My God, George -
All the people suffering and dying!"
"Hey, it's not like they're white people."


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

71. You Locked 'Em In & Let 'Em Rot For Five Days

by Larry Winfield - Los Angeles

you locked 'em in and let 'em rot for five days
who knew you could use FEMA to keep help away...
congratulations!
you've finally graduated
from President Lionel Hutz
to third world Emperor
(can't call you what i'd like
cause it's your n-word
and makes you get all blood in the face - yavoll!)

you've just become Baby Doc and Mobutu
become the worst combination of
Nixon, Harding and Andrew Jackson -
strumming that guitar
a Texas Nero still on vacation
and what about your pirate band?
Condi can't be bothered
she's painting the big apple red
Cheney's away at a secluded spot
getting his light saber readjusted...
Rove is back in the shadows, spinning...

you can tell me...
it was a business decision, wasn't it?
an impulsive stroke of short-term genius
icing on the vacation cake
to take the taste of Cindy Sheehan's
anger and grief
out of your mouth...
let's let mother nature do over here
what Mugabe's doing to his shanty towns -
clearing brush
and hey, rumors of looting darkies works for us...
Osama must be laughing -
these guys are doing a better job
than any Al Quida sleeper cell...

some of your smirking
repent america
christian patriot rapture rangers
no doubt smiled at the spectacle
"when the rapture comes
all you heathens will be just like that..."
uh huh...and god is a klansman, right?
this ain't the apocalypse, you sheep's clothing Jesus-boys
merely incompetence of biblical proportions

hope you enjoy the ride
cause hey, the jig is up:
the drive-by photo-ops will no longer do
the webs you've been spinning obscured your view
and when Fox starts kicking your ass
you oughta get a clue!
but then
you lied us into a war you're fighting on the cheap
an expensive campaign
where parents scrape together
to buy their kids' body armor...
why wouldn't the cavalry be half-assed and late
but thanks for giving all us locals a heads up:
we can't depend on you at all
if the crap hits the fan wherever 'right here' is
unless you're a card-carrying member of the country club

hey, numbnuts!
your vacation is over
your next two as well -
as the recession ripples slowly fan out
as things get more expensive and may start to run out
as the military is slowly burned out
as we follow the Soviets into a slow collapse...
if the rabble gets too uppity
you can always declare martial law
but whose troops would you use...
Hey, China holds our busted IOU's
and they believe in profits now...
they'll do


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

69. The Katrina Promise

by Sir Charles - Middletown, Pennsylvania


Stand-alone figure of a man
Who has a reputation of winning

Always rises to the circumstance
Man to call when in a clutch

Drumroll and the heartbeat of a trumpet blast!
Sound of the wind, hurricanes of the past

This time the man doesn't come through
The flood swept everything away
Mama said 'Forget it son - it's another day'

Stiff upper lip and tears well up in the eyes
Careful to be silent, and careful not to cry

The hurt is a burden, and the anger is a flame
What can be said, and what can be done?

To say everything will be alright sounds absurd
What is important is the try
Win, lose or draw - he has nothing to hide

The world might seem against him and all might seem lost
But a survivor always says
'I'm a fighter, and I have God on my side!!!'


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

63. Humanity St. Is Under Water

by Alex Gildzen - Santa Fe, New Mexico

while the president
is on vacation
from compassion

his mother
fingering the wattles
under her pearls
fears not the corpses
but the poor
evacuated too close
to her country club

the secretary of state
is off
on a shopping spree

the emergency manager
never learned to manage

so children
plead for help
husbands watch
wives swept under
pets drown

& the president
consults his hacks
about the dive
in his approval ratings

there's poison
in the water
that floods
Humanity St.


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

60. The Body Count

by Werner Lange - Ohio

They will not be listed as casualties of war
Their photos will not appear in the newspapers among the war dead
Their names will not be engraved
Upon monuments in small towns across America
Honoring those who made the supreme sacrifice

They will not be called American Heroes

No, those poor folk lying dead
In the polluted waters of New Orleans
Will be remembered as those poor folks
Maybe even those poor Black folks
Or, more likely, those poor victims of a natural disaster

Masters of deceit don't want us to connect the dots or deaths

Isn't it just too bad what happened to them?!
How tragic! How awful! But what can you do?
How can you help people who won't help themselves?
Why didn't they leave
Like they were ordered to do
Before the hurricane hit?
Gotta shoot those looters!
Besides, since when do Black citizens have any rights
That Government is bound to respect?
Gotta kill those terrorists!
We need to fight them over there before they hit us over here

Ad nauseum

In New Orleans, it was the old ordeal:
Racism was delivered, and racism was denied
In Baghdad, it was more body bags:
Rich man's war, and a poor man's fight

In both, truth became the first casualty
In both, the invisible in life became visible in death:
The cannon fodder became heroes
And the nobodies became statistics

Now, in death, they count
That is at least something
But it is not enough, not by a long shot

The count that would really make a difference
Between life and death
Is yet to be taken

It is that long list of counts on an indictment
Against those responsible for this organized murder
And those masters of disasters
Who left the penniless in New Orleans defenseless
And who wage war without end and without truth in Iraq

Your numbers are up -

Counts 1-2000:
You lied, and some 2000 Americans in uniforms died in Iraq
Counts 2000-4000+:
You lied, and some 2000 Americans in rags died in New Orleans

Your time is up -

A storm of righteous anger is brewing in the hearts of Americans
And this time those below contempt
Not below sea level and the poverty line
Will be swept from power


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

59. Blind Obtuse Money Kills Like A Gun . . . Just Quieter

by Roger Drowne EC - Earth

The Cu$h / Bheney / love USA
Sick government stolen gangsters...

Obtuse
Killers...and buds lie in the shit...
Jolly

Meanwhile on the far side of Turd Blossom Street...
Creative people are Given hidden tools...
Out of the Earth to pry lose truths from the Gods...
To slay the lie-fire smoking muck...
Foaming from the death-dragon's forked tongue...
Singing their Happy Motto...

They are already Dead a long time ago

It's time for
The obtuse W one
To go
And
Never play the boss
Of
Hurricanes
War
Or
Sick
Love
Again

Killing
Old and young
Alike


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

48. Hurrycane Katrina

by "Lingo"

"Hurrycane" Katrina
Beat the coast, "the bowl"
And unseemly gave rise for more
And the most catastrophic hot air
Gurgitating from liberals' oral hole

Naughty Katrina!
United we stand.
Divided we fall.

God bless America!


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL

37. Katrina's Nightmare

by Sharon Jans - Innisfail, Alberta, Canada

Where were you when I had tears in my eyes
No one there to hear my pleading cries

Where were you after Katrina came
When I was trapped on my roof in the pouring rain

Where were you when the levee broke
And destroyed what was left for all our folks

Where were you when the sun went down
And shots were fired all through the town

You finally came, one week late
But now Katrina has sealed our fate

Some stayed behind by choice and others with no means or plan
But we will rebuild our lives as soon as we can

No one realized that it would be this bad
And the sights and sounds have made the world sad

We are all pitching in with relief work to do
But we still need to know, Where were you?


Hellicane category: 4-POLITICAL