BUT HELP IS ON THE WAY

I woke up this morning and turned on the television

I saw people in pain, poverty, crying, dying

Where is this place?

Then I saw babies

The young and old

But help is on the way!

What city, town, and country?

But help is on the way!

Night after night I watched for days

These people are marginalized

These people are not refugees

These people are my brothers . . . my sisters

But help is on the way!

No food

No water

No basic hygiene

No shelter for their heads . . . but wait . . . there are some in the Superdome

I see trash, water, dead bodies floating by

But help is on the way!

I looked at the television again

Where can this be?

Are they family? Friends? Are they my neighbors?

It is the USA, land of the free and home of the brave

You see they had a hurricane, the levy broke

Some escaped

But help is on the way!

Why did it take so long?

But this is not the Middle East or a war torn country

This is my home

But help is on the way!           

BY ARLENE ARTHUR

                     DEDICATED TO THE PEOPLE OF NEW ORLEANS