THE BREACHED LEVEE IN NEW ORLEANS HAS BEEN FILLED [story] Now if there were so easy a way to fill the holes in our hearts, the breaches in the lives of the living, if there were a way to do some decency for the dead. We are all of us now black, we are all of us now white. Under a more clear blue sky, azure now and asking, we know no shades of gray.
MUCH MUST BE DONE “Mistakes were made” will not suffice. Who brought us here must be brought out. “Politics” demands the living remain living and grieving and in tears do honor to the dead. We must not forget half living, the lost who may be made well.
THE RAVAGE OF THESE WATERS has forced a flood upon our hearts. The first flood came some say by the hand of god and who was lost then in the hurricane hell may find relief in a more kind god’s loving hand. Who was lost in the levee break, though, suffered by the hand of a man unwise, who forced his foolishness on us all. Let us honor the dead now and do right by the living lost now spread across our land.
LET US FIND DRY EARTH to toss gently upon the ones lost by water. Let us not forget who tossed concern aside. The blessing and curse of the breaking heart is that it still holds hope sweet even in a bitter age.
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Posted by: jillian | September 06, 2005 at 12:51 PM
The hope that the kind folks in New Orleans, now being evacuated, must know is that the American People will not stand for what happened to them.
Posted by: Night Bird | September 06, 2005 at 05:01 PM
A little Blues for the people with of Orleans.
Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before
And the people are driftin' from door to door
Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go
Hear me tell you people, just before I go
These hard times will kill you just
dry long so
Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song
These hard times can last us so very long
If I ever get off this
killin' floor
I'll never get down this low no more
No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more
And you say you had money, you better be sure
'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more
These hard times will drive you from door to door
Nehemiah Curtis "Skip" James
Posted by: Aaron | September 08, 2005 at 05:06 AM