Super Dome, Super Dome,
Site of pleasure, site of sin -
You opened your doors
And took them in.
Now I see their eyes,
Full of Death,
Full of Surprise.

Death for some,
Surprise for all
That no one came to help.
As we watched in amazement,
We had to acknowledge
America's poor, poverty stricken,
Hungry and lost - -
So poor they couldn't run
To safety, and so - - they died.

Super Dome, Super Dome,
Cathedral of promise,
Empty shell of pain,
So cruel, so beautiful,
But only too real,
A modern-day Roman Circus,
Feeding the poor
To the Television Lions.

Not pretend, not crime T. V.,
But real live people
With life blood in their veins.
Super Dome, site of pain,
Painted without, so clean,
But hiding the failure
Of mankind, passing the buck
From Mayor, to Governor, to President,
Each proclaiming 'Not to Blame! '

Dedicated to the victims of Katrina, New Orleans, La.

Today, August 29th, marks the one year anniversary of Katrina, the most destructive hurricane to ever hit America, and I want to remember those who died that day, and those who still have no homes, even now, one year later.

Scarlett Treat

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