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The storm came traveling aimlessly in\r\nAnd with her a strong black heartless wind\r\nThe meanest storm the coast\'s ever seen\r\nThat battered the levees of New Orleans\r\n\r\nA maiden storm, her name was Katrina\r\nIt took on the Feds and shook up the FEMA\r\nShe came upon land a category five\r\nAnyone in her path got buried alive\r\n\r\nThe storm, she rumbled, twirled and spun\r\nAnd twisted the Bayou into a slum\r\nUprooting trees, cars, boats and homes\r\nFlooding the titanic of Superdomes\r\n\r\nAn impoverished city broadcast world wide\r\nBrought hope to the humble and shame to the wise\r\nThe Mayor, the Governor, the President\'s brigade\r\nWouldn\'t go in to administer aide\r\n\r\nThree days of toil and drudge went by\r\nWithout a rescue, they were left to die\r\nThe waves of the ocean were wrought and misled\r\nCame through the debris to claim its dead\r\n\r\nThree days the water rose over the city\r\nWreaking havoc, despair and death to the pity\r\nSo looting and pilferage took heed to survive\r\nSince failure in judgment neglects to arrive\r\n\r\nAnd with it the onslaught of hypocricy stench\r\nThe bureaucratic justice was stuck in a trench\r\nHold on to your fury, kneel down and pray\r\nGod\'s glory will surface on reckoning day\r\n\r\nThe hopeless, the homeless all scattered about\r\nTheir cups filled with anger, their hope full of doubt\r\nThe lost, the scared, the rage was ablaze\r\nNow lost in the heat of a fiery haze\r\n\r\nAll across the country the heartache took toll\r\nSo they opened their wallets and gave from the soul\r\nOut of neglect, fear and frustration\r\nResilience is healing a sorrowful nation\r\n\r\nStand up Old Glory and sing us a song\r\nThat praises the faithful, the mighty, the strong\r\nForgive us our trespasses as we take to plight\r\nLead us not into temptation, but into the light\r\n