A tragedy so real, yet unforeseen
Swept through the streets of New Orleans
Desperation, confusion, and much despair
All hope has vanished in the air
What Sir? You say you only have room for one
Then please can you take my only begotton son
Where will he go? Where will he be?
Please protect him, so he can come back to me
My cry hang low
But my prayers rise high
While I look to the sky
As New Orleans cries
My mind is in shock, my soul in disbelief
As dead bodies float in these here streets
Hopelessness, frustration, and bible tribulations
Come alive as told in the book of revelations
Excuse me ma'am, have you seen my grandmother
I am also searching for an uncle and a brother
Lord watch over them, Lord where can they be
Please protect them, so they can come back to me
My cry hang low
My prayers rise high
While I look to the sky
As New Orleans cries
Make me whole, please make me strong
Give me the strength to just hold on
Direct my path; don't let me lose sight of faith
As I travel from my home to a different place
Pastor thank you, for all of your prayers
In the midst of this turmoil, I am still scared
Just give me peace to this forsaken reality
And protect me, so I can see my family
My cry hang low
But my prayers rise high
While I look to the sky
As New Orleans cries
By: Monica Lanier- Poeticmoonchild
Dedicated to the victims of Hurricane Katrina 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Monica, even this much later this piece can wrench the heart. Your words drip with the tears of thousands and the shocked hearts of millions. Truly lovely Lady :)