Katrina, Katrina
Katrina, Katrina we felt your winds blow,
With no idea how your waters would flow.
Now we stand in cities forever downed,
Amid homes and bodies forever drowned.
The stench of destruction so many have shared;
A tragic price from politicians ill prepared.
Hopefully, this time the lesson is learned,
And won’t be misguided by those unconcerned.
Costs of prevention are the only way, since
Costs of cure are more than money can pay.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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