American refugees wail for bread
Chaos erupts in a garbage strewn scene
Mothers holding babes who need to be fed
People stumble in a nightmarish dream
One storm can make us a third world country
Average people struggle to survive
Sending money after a tsunami
Easier than keeping our own alive
Wondering if their low income bracket
Might be affecting the speed of relief
Seems like there’d be a much bigger racket
If professional people made a beef
Eventually the people will rebuild
The future is for the tough and strong willed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem