The Flood - Eilen Jewell

Poisoned streets

Full of blood

The people can do nothing

To hold back the flood

The water takes them

Not one life line

Everyone just standing

Ringing their hands and crying

Can anyone among us please explain

What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain?

No sir I don’t believe it was the hurricane

That lay New Orleans out to waste

Blown-out windows

Rooftops gone

Every soul

Singing a funeral song

Look at the pictures

All black faces

Our leaders call themselves distracted

I call them racists

Can anyone among you please explain

What went down on the banks of the Ponchartrain?

It’s you our leader who’s to blame

You lay sweet New Orleans out to waste

And if I had

Had my way

I’d pull them all outta there

And I’d make you stay

For a storm

All your own

And I’d be that old hurricane

And I’d wash away all your gold

Your wife and children

Would have no home

You’d be left there in those waters

Naked and alone

In the streets

Of poisoned blood

Now what you gonna do

To hold back the flood?