Why..

New Nawlins... 

I'm in the shoes of struggle wondering how I got here when things are supposed to be so advanced to where resources can help somebody in the most remote part of the world. Yet I'm feeling like I've stepped back in time. This is New Orleans when hundreds of years ago, families were separated cause of slavery; auctioned off in Jackson Square and here we are waiting for the buses to come take us away from the city we love. A week before all this craziness happened we was acting all proud because Ludacris mentioned this town in a song. Now we trying to escape. Outside the Superdome the buses came and everybody rushed forward. Little kids losing grip of parental hands. The wave of desparation sweeping families apart and then you got people on buses headed to Houston. Some happy to be out of New Orleans and others praying somebody help the loved ones they left behind. When nightfall come in the city its so dark you only see a glimmer of light in the distance but it aint hope, it look more like hell. You hear gunshots and screams for help. Aint nobody laughing. Mothers yelling out names every so often to make sure all children are accounted for. Men trying to stay as strong as they possibly can but its hard when you aint slept, aint eat, aint done nothing but wait for three days straight. Heads snapping back and forth trying to stay awake but its hard to submit to sleep when daughters need protecting. And its hot. It's hot as hell as we sit in an American city waiting on mister man to help us like we refugees... That's what they label us as, among other things...

I guess we cant find food, we loot food. Next up a bullet will find us and to them its justified because we got anarchy written on our soiled white T's; this is crazy.. I mean, we're sufferimg from a natural disaster follwed by a natural reality that to give a shit only comes after we take shit.... Mom's, pop's, sisters, brothers, children, babies lying bunched together in the convention center waiting on somebody to help. Bring us salvation, a school bus, a greyhound bus... Take us away from this place... You know who got massive troops coming in. Mister Fema guy talking about burly men and women coming in to show folks they shouldn't get out of line because as someone so proudly stated, they will shoot to kill. Why not help and heal? Why not organize efforts to get people out of harms way, to clean up and handle with care the loved ones floating lifeless in the streets of the Big Easy. Love and concern seems so far away when you look at all these folks on television flexing their power talking about what they can do to stop anyone not cooperating... In my eyes, the pressure is on those folks with good sense to step forward and try to move life in the right direction. Lets not allow tragedy to defeat this so called country that's supposed to lead the world by example... Lead like a nation that's strong enough to care. Help...