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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