Tech. Sgt. Keith Berry, a pararescueman with the 304th Rescue Squadron from Portland, Ore., searches for survivors in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
U.S. Air Force photo by Master Sgt. Bill Huntington

I grew up with Katrina for she made me see

The eye of the storm and people in need

That the poor get poorer and move away

Losing what they never really had, all in a day.

While the rich use my brother José to rebuild better homes

Looking forward to better days

Never giving second thought to the family that had to move away

Some men of little faith say they were sinners

Poor sinners who brought the Lord’s wrath their way

Are not blessed the poor believer who lives their lives in His faith?

I met a couple of those so-called sinners from New Orleans

Yes, Katrina sent them my way

The hood they left was much better than my hood

That’s what they would say

With names on lease and keys to doors

Yes, we prayed for many of days

For those whose lives are a storm lived day by day

For home is home for the rich and the poor

After the storm happiness if found

With loved ones and family and friends around

Is there a home for both to be found

In the hereafter, a home of peace

For the poor and forgiveness to be found.

The camel going through the eye of the needle

A rich man’s fate

No one thinks about the Gate

Is it a curse on the man that denied that the climate is changing

Along with people’s lives

Maybe it’s the luck of the draw

Trump with bad luck for three years more

Who made the choice to vote to hate

The Lord’s Spirit in America will always be great

History was made and Harvey dropped fifty inches of rain

Irma came blowing one hundred and eighty-five mph winds our way

Along with a nightmare for the dreamers a storm that was man-made

And what will they have to say about José and his brothers and sisters

Who may be on the way?

Is the Lord mad at mankind?

Are these the end of days?

Natural disasters or man made

Wars and rumors of wars to come

Fathers killing fathers

Sons killing sons

Mothers and children leaving their homes on the run

I grew up with Katrina

And now I know

This life is a test

With tears and strife

And helping someone

You never even met

The eye of Katrina made me see

That people in power don’t really care about their fellow human beings

There is forgiveness in the eye of the storm

And hurricane winds blow many leaves

The Lord knows every leaf that has fallen from every tree

If we believe

For the hero is just an everyday thing

Katrina, one of many hurricanes

For she made me see

 

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