Raging Tempest

(This was authored around the time Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast in September 2005.)

Raging Tempest                                               September 4, 2005

I was a walking down the street,

Clothed ironed so very nice and neat,

Then, they came over the waves

And told the populace to leave town, storm's a brewin'.

What was I to do? What was I to say?

What could I do but bow down and pray?

Bend on over, pucker my lips,

Close my eyes 'cause I's gonna die,

And I need my soul to be searched, yes indeed,

'Cause I had to know if it was Heaven or hell,

And all the while, my heart's a racin',

Beatin', pumpin', ragin', screamin',

Scratchin', pullin', beggin' for mercy,

Sayin', "Get me the fuck outta here, you fool."

Will I listen to my heart's request,

And was it my mind who really was doin' the talkin'?

New Orleans simply won't hold this ground at bay,

And I guarantee no radio's blarin' Led Zeppelin today.

This is somethin' serious, my friend,

For the gods must be angry at me and so many more.

I reckon it is that one must go to the zoo

And gather two of all they have,

Build 'em an ark, save a few lives,

But thousands will lie face first in the murky waters

Left in the wake of the raging tempest.