nine days
and i can’t go home tonight
they do not toll the bells
the thirsty horse only laps the water
innately knowing it’s toxicity will kill
politicians roil and boil
their leader calls it a game
later will be soon enough to play
corporate greed with giant machines
scream at how much it will cost
to put $2,000 in the victims hands
amounting to maybe 4 million $’s
even as politicians ram thru
58.1 billion $’s with no accountability
and with the understanding
there will be more more
bring in the sawdust the dance is staggering
cut the bootstraps the boys are flying
honey has been replaced with oil
burning waters burning bushes
nine days and counting
all the missing motherless children
all the broken hearted fathers
wolves at our doorsteps howling
it was not Katrina
is was our collective
and individual response
high drama of disaster
the punch line
the final scene
before the waking up