Another year comes to an end,
and to the victims of Katrina, my prays I send.
May they find a place to rest and food to eat,
and get through the pain that lays at their feet.
I pray for the familes of the lost,
for they have paid a greater cost.
What the floods did not destroy,
cold hearts played with lives like a toy.
In my darkest thoughts I think of sweet revenge,
Those victimes whos death to avenge.
They who left the helpless for dead,
lets strap to a bed
seal them in a water tight tomb
and turn on the hose to share the same doom!
but my inner dragon will then say,
"To wish more ill, we would be no better than they.
Heed these words to keep you wise.
Sooner or later they will all pay for the victim's demise."
Still, I should not dwell on the past,
and I hope others learn from this and learn damn fast!
