Black Poetry : 4th year anniversary of Katrina

AACOOLDRE

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Poetry for a Bishop
By Andre Austin

I see a theological pea brain
Throwing salt on peoples suffering and pain
He lies in wait in his spaceship
Which he calls the office of the Bishop
And he certainly has a vision he sings
Of a white porcelain toilet with angelic wings
Flying down from heaven’s gate to make a flush
New Orleans its victim with much raw sewage mush
Cities rise and fall just like Rome
As we were herded like cattle into the Superdome
The levies broke and then many were slain
Saying God caused it will bring no prophet or gain

Notes: Dear Bishop the lord isn’t held captive in the wind, earthquakes and fire (1Kings 19:11-12). It’s the Levy not God.

I forgot to dedicate this to a black Republican Ira combs of Jackson,Michigan who thought god flushed the toliet of Black people in New Orleans
 

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