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Testing the nation once again
This time it is the hurricane;
What a furious, stormy act!
O' Katrina... what an impact!
What did the flood impart?
Besides tearing a city apart?
Drowning in drawing rooms,
As poverty lurks and looms;
Rats in the French Quarter,
With floating bodies in water;
A precious $5 a gallon for gas,
As evacuation ensues en masse!
Like cattle shipped to a home,
Refugees arrive at the dome.
The old, infirm and invalid,
In a stupor, grave and pallid;
Conditions squalid and tepid,
Children hungry and vapid.
While on many a shady street...
One sights yet another retreat;
Folk running helter-skelter,
Seeking food and shelter!
Looting teens and shooting scenes,
Anarchy in New Orleans!
When will help ever arrive?
If morale is to survive?
A first world nation of fame
An America reeking of shame!
How can of others we bemoan?
If we cannot care for our own?
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