Foresight

Let’s stop all the fussing, finger-pointing and cussing
We can’t turn back the hands of time.
The loss of life and limb when Katrina came along
Will always be in the forefront of our mind.
Now the hurricane was strong, devastating and long
And the sound of wind was very loud.
FEMA was stalling, the mayor was calling
For some answers for the New Orleans crowd.
Katrina was blameless. The damage was nameless.
Homelessness was on an infinite rise.
People watched with disbelief – no signs of real relief
Just false promises and political lies.
New Orleans was bleeding, the residents was pleading
For some help from the National Guard.
People were dying – little kids crying
As they wait for two-thousand dollar cards.
After days of mental anguish, people dropped to their knees.
They prayed to God Almighty with their last-minute pleas.
What happened in New Orleans could happen here one day.
Some folks will leave and others will stay.
If you became homeless what would you do?
The moral of this poem is… It could happen to YOU.