Scarlett Treat

Rookie - 24 Points (1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Silent No More, Revised And Rededicated - Poem by Scarlett Treat

Super Dome, Super Dome,
Site of pleasure, site of sin -
You opened your doors
And took them in.
Now I see their eyes,
Full of Death,
Full of Surprise.

Death for some,
Surprise for all
That no one came to help.
As we watched in amazement,
We had to acknowledge
America's poor, poverty stricken,
Hungry and lost - -
So poor they couldn't run
To safety, and so - - they died.

Super Dome, Super Dome,
Cathedral of promise,
Empty shell of pain,
So cruel, so beautiful,
But only too real,
A modern-day Roman Circus,
Feeding the poor
To the Television Lions.

Not pretend, not crime T. V.,
But real live people
With life blood in their veins.
Super Dome, site of pain,
Painted without, so clean,
But hiding the failure
Of mankind, passing the buck
From Mayor, to Governor, to President,
Each proclaiming 'Not to Blame! '

Dedicated to the victims of Katrina, New Orleans, La.

Today, August 29th, marks the one year anniversary of Katrina, the most destructive hurricane to ever hit America, and I want to remember those who died that day, and those who still have no homes, even now, one year later.

Comments about Silent No More, Revised And Rededicated by Scarlett Treat

  • (9/17/2008 4:26:00 PM)

    A tragedy that bears much highlighting given the inadequate response, and you're right about the media Scarlett: there's not a lot of compassion driving their activities... They seek out such events and their victims like hyenas. Resolute writing. xxx (Report) Reply

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  • (5/12/2006 3:28:00 PM)

    As an English fellow, I don't feel qualified to discuss the cultural or demographical impact Katrina has had. However, this poem has real resonance and presents a side of the argument very well. The Roman image is frankly disturbing. I could not say if there was too much hyperbole, because I did not get much perspective on it but as a poem, I like it very much. (Report) Reply

  • (5/9/2006 2:20:00 PM)

    I most like the line....real live people. I think that sent shivers through my bones. A very moving poem!
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  • (5/8/2006 6:50:00 AM)

    Looks great. Curious line 'Painted without, so clean'... but the message rings through loud and clear and heartfelt. -chuck (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2006 6:29:00 AM)

    First one was great, this is even better. Don't stop making yourself heard - this cannot be forgotten.
    Anna xxx
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  • Linda Hepner (5/7/2006 7:18:00 PM)

    So good you revise poems, Scarlett. About this I must say I too find myself making some declaration at the end of a poem, like a loud flourish to drive a point home. I'm rarely happy with it. I think implying your judgement would work better, leave us just as uncomfortable but less beaten over the head. Otherwise it remains a strong vision of a place that becomes its own metaphor. Love, L (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2006 3:22:00 PM)

    Scarlett, this revised version is better, but the poem plays on the hysteria. The official death count in the superdome was ten. Later four more bodies were found. With all the thousands living there in that misterable condition, that death count is very low. The whole thing was shameful, but we poets need to be truthful as we present such a poem. I liked the beginning but thought the ending sounded once again like political hyperbole.

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  • (5/7/2006 8:51:00 AM)

    I thought the message in your original very thought-provoking. The revised version is more ripe and complete in its form. A perfect combination of form and content is what you show here. A 10. Julia (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2006 6:22:00 AM)

    This poem says it all and highlights the shameful response of those in authority. At least the media attention exposed their actions and prevented a cover-up. (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (5/7/2006 2:15:00 AM)

    This reminds me of the Simon and Garfunkel song, 'Blowing in the wind' with this sentence in it 'When will they ever learn', After all these years you would think that they would learn something about equality, everyone being worth something, but somehow, money and power come between. You have captured this very well in your poem. A cry from the heart. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2006 8:23:00 PM)

    Scarlett I love to read poetry about things that happen in todays and yesterdays world, if people like us did not write about them, then who will care. I liked it the first time, as I do the revised version. It was a modern day Roman Circus I totally agree with you. cheers me old China! (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2006 7:07:00 PM)

    Agree with all the comments made, this is a very good write... (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2006 6:48:00 PM)

    A compelling write, Scarlett - - a poem and subject that must not be ignored.
    'A modern-day Roman Circus,
    Feeding the poor
    To the Television Lions.'
    Surreal to viewers, all too real to the sufferers. Thank you for writing this.
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  • (5/6/2006 5:03:00 PM)

    I do not understand the full complexity of this, but I do pick up on the feeling that you have portaryed, a powerful style from a tallented writer, Love duncan (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2006 4:19:00 PM)

    It was a crying shame, we had Brits in that hell hole too Scarlett, it should never have been allowed to happen in this day and age of material wealth and so called civilisation. I do hope the American people never let those who were responsible, ever forget their wanton neglect. A great write. 10 from Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 23, 2007

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