Hit hard and treated small

Life changed and destroyed

For almost all

Rooftops becoming a refuge

For days at a time

Death littering the streets

Became Katrina’s tell tale sign

Little babies floating

In a poison watery grave

Some did escape

But to many were not saved

The glory of this city

Lost and gone in just a blink

Who could ever imagine

Who would ever think

In just a few short hours

Nature’s wrath could be so cruel

As she unleashed her brutal powers

and crushed this southern jewel

The Big easy

Hit hard and left to fall

The president vacationed

Ignoring this grand old city’s call

Convention center housed

Many thousand to save them from death

But it soon became a tomb

For the weary people left

Can you a imagine hunger

Which lasted for over three days?

then finally silencing your hunger

Near where decaying bodies lay?

How could this have happened

Under a superpower's reign?

How could the free world's inhabitants

Be put through this kind of pain?

The Big Easy

Hit hard

Not much left standing tall

It was knocked down to its knees

So crippled it couldn’t even crawl

Babies floating

bellies bloating

Terror growing

From not knowing

Spirits mangled

Broken dreams dangled

Natural disaster

Compounded by

A presidential disconnect

And a profound lack of respect

for a people's humanity

This is insanity

But yet and still...

Because God is our magnificent salvation

Hopefulness prevails

Rewriting once grand tales

Of a city filled with magic

And even though

Katrina’s destruction

Is all to tragic

Our hearts are Praying  

for the almighty to please,

Please

Seize thee

Take hold and resurrect

The Big Easy

Hit hard...Hit hard