"The Katrina Blues"

I've been watching the news

Humming and moaning the Katrina Blues

Watching news crews snooze

Trying me, Lying to me

Ignoring human suffering

A man said "I'm going out of my head, my wife is dead"

And you didn't so much as offer him Bufferin

As her hand slipped from his

She told him "You can't save me"

"Just take care of the kids"

And I cried with him

I cried for him

I could only touch my TV screen

But I could still feel him

I screamed "Hell Yeah"

When I heard Kanye rant about the media slant

On how white people were finding food to survive

While black people were looting

And I prayed "Lord please don't let them start shooting"

"Save the babies, feed the children, love and protect the woman"

Why would you rape her?

Sisters barely holding on

She didn't offer, so you take her against her will

What's really real?

Is this the final hour?

AmeriKKKa back up off that claim of being a "super power"

As I viewed the devastation, I was led into meditation

Could this be God's will to change the complexion of a Nation

From lily white to what's really right

From haves and have-nots to givers and get-a-lots

In this so-called melting pot

Watching bodies rot

Because schemers, excuse me, because FEMA

Was late with a food and water drop

I believe if there was a way for them to leave

They would have left, now there's nothing left

I'm just like them living check to check

Only difference is I'm not actually wading in water

Up to my neck

Even with advance warning, I'm still mourning

For family, not even blood related

Who's at fault will be debated

Back and forth across the color line

Now this concept is heavy

Could it be the muddy waters of your mind

Broke through your spiritual levee a long time ago?

How else can you explain being so slow to react?

Damn near every so-called refugee on my TV was black

So has it really come down to that?

So you gave weekend warriors marching orders

To come through the French Quarter

To shoot to kill

How about they recoup to heal?

Carry food for meals

New Orleans is below sea level

But I see devils in high places

I saw men, woman and children staring into cameras

With no hope in their faces

Bus after bus taking them to unknown places

Like slaves being taken to new plantations

When there's no more room at the inn

What then?

Just sit and rot on that hot bus

While they discuss this influx of so-called refugees

I believe you'd be less likely to procrastinate

If so many people in need

Didn't happen to look just like me

Now it's really hit the fan

The levee broke

And all I could say is damn!

Christopher "Poetry Man" Fields