New Orleans ' Wall Street dog'
For me I give my condolences to the Mopkins' family in New Orleans'.
It's just something to think about New Orleans'
Is it the Riverwalks, masks.bayou, food, jazz, levee's or your roots.
They say life is what we make it.
Did my heritage make that?
(Hurricane Katrina) .
Is that what Wall Street wants you
to believe
Even, ' The White Wall Street dog' made a name for himself and has an exhibit at the museums.
Talking about about low down dirty shame, shame, shame.
New Orleans' can mean something different to different people.
Were you there when they wrote dead dog on my house?
Was it your home that had to be moved out of?
It was like leaving the seasoning
out of the gumbo!
Did you see the bodies washed a shore?
People came from near and far.
Shall we dance. Wait, wait. let me
put my taps on my shoes so you can
hear me.
The storms of life will come
again will you be ready?
The storms of life can be heard through my taps.
The storm continues to come from the east and west shall we dance.
Will you be ready to dance or turn a blind ear to the taps of the storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem