Of Hurricanes And Racism
Johnny Doe Imnobody Windman
We sit clear in the middle of a line
which runs it length across the gulf
track paths taken by harsh winds
... catapulted from the coast of Africa
seedlings that grow into something
a thing so fierce but expected
because of years experienced before
destruction come ashore for so long
in similar places nothing new to report
just different seasons and changed names
but climate remains the same each year
and with every one traveling a distance
across known waters in search of chaos
we sit and we ride it out, it never changes
someone always dies a death so tragic
only for a time until its cleared for show
a display to say we will always overcome
and truth is we do overcome to rebuild
for the next hit or devastating blow
unsure why we hang around for the day.<
