WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN
A TRIBUTE TO ALL Victims of Hurricane Katrina
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
A helicopter came to take them to safety.
They said “they would come right back to get me”.
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
Our home is gone!
Washed away by the hurricane!
They are both too little to even speak my name.
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
Without a familiar face, how safe can they be?
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
I should have asked for some more information!
Entrusting them to go with the cops,
Because helping people is their occupation.
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
I need to know who is accountable for this screwed up rescue!
Could it be F.E.M.A.?
Or President Bush, is it you?
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
The helicopter did not ever return!
Deep down inside, for them I painfully yearn!
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
As I tread these toxic waters, with dead bodies, waist deep,
“It’s getting dark now, Oh Dear God!
Safe, please my babies keep!”
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
How they’ve managed to perplex us.
“WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?”
Just heard they’re at an airport in Texas!
“THERE ARE MY CHILDREN!”
Excerpt From Book
VICTIM! VICTORIOUS!
By Antoinette Denise Johnson
Copyright 2009
All Rights Reserved
Photos From Photobucket
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