Hurricane Blues
Natures power in all her glory
Devastating old Biloxi
Those that fled will live to tell
Of the roar that silenced the rebel yell.
New Orleans under water
Katrina howls her ruthless slaughter
Looting, killing ,crime explodes
Whose nature is this? Hers or ours?
County Jail is out of bounds
A freeway becomes the inmates home,
The streets are empty, all alone,
Welcome to the Superdome.
Basin Street, how ironic,
The Blues live on in clubs iconic,
Bourbon Street is overflowing,
Not with liquor, not with song,
But with the drowning sorrow of a city destroyed.
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Months have passed, the waters subside,
Welcome back to the great divide,
The flood of concern that first prevailed
Has returned itself to it’s wasp-ish grave.
Those who lost had least to lose
And yet their loss is greater felt
Delta blues will once more flower
In the face of this un-Godly power.
Alan Kerrigan
August /December 2005
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