Deep

That water was so deep, deeper than Barry White’s voice as the soul and rhythm of folks went astray. That water down south took rout on the bayou, not by you but by the force of nature against a man made device that really wasn’t that strong. The people were strong, holding on and on to the break-a- break-a dawn because nature’s naughty fury rain dance with rhythmic patterns and it just so happen lives were in jeopardy, lord help thee.
Furious I am at the slow pace of the Government’s race against the time to save lives down in that jazz place. That superdome wasn’t so super with the looters no state or regional troopers to stop the rapes and the bullying, innocence was the looser.
No home, desperate for food televised anger and attitudes America fixated in awe Bush slow to move, if Martha’s Vineyard was in distressed would be still be talking about this mess? Throw in your maybes while I keep seeing the crying babies with no bottles, diabetics no insulin, old folks just want space to fit in. The conditions they lived in for five days shouldn’t happen to the common child, woman or man.