Track 7: " The Katrina Song"

I wrote this song in response to what I heard about Hurricane Katrina and its survivors on TV and radio during the first weeks after the big storm. "Blessed be ye poor. Let us love our brother more."

Lyrics

The Katrina Song

© 2007 Michele Fairbairn

Katrina
Katrina
God
Wasn’t in that hurricane.
Are you insane?
The devil was to blame.
The devil was to blame.

And after the earthquake, wind, and fire,
As they strove out of the mire,
(I always knew I was poor)
But, then I turned on the Oprah Show
And saw poor who were “po”.
Let me help my brother more.

And, then, I could hear
The still, small voice:
“Blessed be ye poor,
Let us love our brother more.”

And after the earthquake, wind, and fire,
As they strove out of the mire,
A certain rich man said,
“Yikes!
The poor are moving in next door.”
But, his brother said,
“Man, what you think your blood is blue?
Have I got news for you!
The poor’s our brother, too.”

And, then, they could hear the still, small voice:
“Blessed be ye poor,
Let us love our brother more.”

Katrina.
Katrina.
God didn’t make that hurricane.
Katrina.
Katrina.
How’d the devil get such a pretty name.
Katrina.
Katrina.
I heard a rose,
By any other name,
Would smell just as sweet.
Why shouldn’t the devil
Smell just as wrong.
That’s why I sing this song.

Katrina
Katrina
God
Wasn’t in that hurricane.
Are you insane?
The devil was to blame.
The devil was to blame.

And after the earthquake, wind, and fire,
As they pulled them out of the mire,
Even the little child and his dog knew
God loves me, too.
And so they sing to you.

And now we can all hear
The still, small voice:
“Blessed be ye poor,
Let us love our brother more.”

Katrina!
Katrina!
God
Wasn’t in that hurricane . . .