Sitting ducks at the superdome
By Claire Carew
One day in America the dirty
secrets were revealed
Hurricane Katrina, Neglect and the
New Orleans August 2005
God bless America
African Americans herded into a
Lying, dying in darkness waiting
to be rescued,
Waiting for the descendants
who captured their ancestors into
Forcing them in shackles ashore
on the waters to the Americas,
Cramped tight on ships where many
of lack of food and water.
Waiting they sit in the super
Cramped tight dying of lack and
food and water.
Surrounded by the dirty sewer
swamp waters of New Orleans.
Without electricity, air
no one in authority “It is
a free for all.”
Backup toilets and no running
The stench forces the soldiers to wear
Afraid to enter the washrooms that
of human waste and thugs
People resort to defecating in the
of this here super dome.
Outside water knee deep, corpse
and disease abounds,
Dehydrated in sweltering heat they
Sitting ducks herded into a
controlled by men in army fatigues
Children cry old people die, thugs
Women exhausted holding their
Men wandering, yelling,
futile attempts whose fruits bear
having lost their instincts
to protect and to survive.
Sitting ducks hold up in
People scramble for food,
water and diapers
from closed stores,
The looters raid the stores for
guns and CDs,
Miscued priorities, thugs shooting and
you can't shoot water.
Chaos and still they wait 4 days
before the first rescue convoy of
arrive with food, water and guns.
"Point your guns down,"
the soldiers are ordered
The GUN only thing they
know. The GUNS to take control.
The plight, trauma and sadness has
turned to anger,
Race and class are uttered off the
lips of many,
Would it take so long to rescue
Middle Class White America?
This lack of response is so
blatant, bold -faced and racist
No love, No compassion,
The dirty secrets of America
We all see the poverty in
their sunken eyes,
swollen bellies. Ill clad clothing
on the sun burnt
backs of the black people
Where are the Indians, the Native
What happened to them?
Old black man with a cane
limps with a flour sack,
as he makes his way to an
or is he a sharecropper in 1905
A slave visiting us through a
Dead woman sits in a wheel chair
with a blanket on her face,
someone’s mother, a grandmother,
teenager has a diabetic coma,
"I don't want to die like this."
Families torn apart, values and
dignity torn asunder.
Woman cries with her dead husband
at her side,
wrapped in a shroud he survived
Died from lack of medical
Middle age black man wails for his
holding his two young sons,
“she gone” … he retells the
shooting the image,
his wife letting go of his hand,
his home splitting in two her last
“you can’t hold me, take care
of the kids and grand kids”
Hurricane Katrina, floods caused
broke the levee and revealed to
the underbelly of American
The Emperor’s naked, the under
Bush speak the truth.
“that part of the world”
Isn’t New Orleans a part of
while Laura Lee speaks of how well
the White people in La la land
have managed to organize and stem
the tide of chaos.
The hidden racist message plain to
A country vulnerable to natural
and human disasters
that many with warped minds
are now fine tuning their
plans on how to exploit
this new found knowledge,
as they work in the middle of the
to bring American to its
Sitting ducks are my brothers
Sitting ducks are all of us.
We have lost our instincts to
survive in the wild.
A wake up call to plan and prepare
for whatever dreams and nightmares
Roof tops, attics and superdomes
can’t be our answers.
Sitting ducks in the Americas.
posted 4 September 2005