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If N’Orleans,

September 4, 2005


I was hungry,
And you waited for the government
To give Me something to eat;

I was thirsty,
And you wrote a brilliant editorial
Complaining that I had nothing to drink;

A stranger,
And you took Me to a stadium
To live like cattle;

And you watched while the TV crews
Filmed Me for their “Special”;

I was sick,
And you left Me on the streets
Of N’Orleans to die;

I was in prison,
In My roof;
And you took a picture of my roof,
And showed it on your benefit “for the victims”,
You boasted about the millions you collected
As you watched your sales soar.
…And I waited.

You do know, don’t you?
You’re not doing this to N’Orleans;
You’re doing this to Me.












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