Dedicated to the Victims of Hurricane Katrina
I beg of you, heed a moment of silence,
a respectful steely calm after a brutal storm.
This is a time to rebuild lives and livelihoods;
to resurrect these cities washed away
Now is not the time to spout and spew
politics, racial slights and sloppy slurs;
demeaning and destroying our faint and fellow
brothers and sisters. Damn It, show compassion!
Who are we to judge, to condemn others
when we, the privileged, have not worn the
tattered shoes of Katrina's weary victims
nor the tight pinching shoes of our leaders
Silent voices no longer cry tears of
black or white, just red. Those left behind
embittered at Mother Nature and God in turn,
mindfully so, as they have lost all, save their skin.
Yet, we are faced with celebrity noise, celebrating
a self-righteous platform of piteous nonsense
drowning out a straining chorus of "Amazing Grace"
meant to share some slight familiar comfort
We should be bruising our fattened knees
begging God's mercy for our selfish souls.
Forget our differences, forgive our coloured slights
and remember that we are One Nation Under God.
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If you can do nothing else, please spare a moment of silence and offer up a prayer for the safety, well-being and restitution of the victims of Hurricane Katrina instead of bellyaching about your own pitiful agenda....
(Inspired by Kanye West's disrespect for our President and our fellow Americans.)
Poetry by DianeAnjoue
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Written on 2005-09-12 at 16:58
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Twas Grace That Taught...
I beg of you, heed a moment of silence,
a respectful steely calm after a brutal storm.
This is a time to rebuild lives and livelihoods;
to resurrect these cities washed away
Now is not the time to spout and spew
politics, racial slights and sloppy slurs;
demeaning and destroying our faint and fellow
brothers and sisters. Damn It, show compassion!
Who are we to judge, to condemn others
when we, the privileged, have not worn the
tattered shoes of Katrina's weary victims
nor the tight pinching shoes of our leaders
Silent voices no longer cry tears of
black or white, just red. Those left behind
embittered at Mother Nature and God in turn,
mindfully so, as they have lost all, save their skin.
Yet, we are faced with celebrity noise, celebrating
a self-righteous platform of piteous nonsense
drowning out a straining chorus of "Amazing Grace"
meant to share some slight familiar comfort
We should be bruising our fattened knees
begging God's mercy for our selfish souls.
Forget our differences, forgive our coloured slights
and remember that we are One Nation Under God.
_________________________________________________________
If you can do nothing else, please spare a moment of silence and offer up a prayer for the safety, well-being and restitution of the victims of Hurricane Katrina instead of bellyaching about your own pitiful agenda....
(Inspired by Kanye West's disrespect for our President and our fellow Americans.)
Poetry by DianeAnjoue
Read 976 times
Written on 2005-09-12 at 16:58
Tags Hope
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