Truth to power--song about New Orleans

[Horse with no Name]

"Cattle of New Orleans" (tune of Battle of New Orleans"

After six days hesitatin' Georgie took a little trip
When Hurricane Katrina hit the mighty Mississip'
He took a little water and he took a little beans,
And he found us poor folk dyin' in the town of New Orleans.

Georgie waited nigh a week to start his rescue mission
So we wouldn't be so many as we was six days ago.
Georgie waited for so long that we'd all began to floatin'
Right down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We'd been put in the arena an' kept herded there like cattle
Suffocatin' heat and stinkin', with a dozen lying dead.
Outside the winds was howlin', and then came sounds of battle
I was cryin' out for water and a single slice of bread.

That old lady in her wheelchair, I watched her slowly dyin'
left behind by Christian rich folk before Katrina came
It seems those Jesus people had not listened to her prayin'
In their big half-empty autos they gone fleeing from their shame.

Georgie waited nigh a week to start his rescue mission
So we wouldn't be so many as we was six days ago.
Georgie waited for so long that we'd all began to floatin'
Right down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Us poor folks had paid our taxes for a National Guard to help us
But George had sent them marching to his oil war in Baghdad.
When Katrina come a howlin', we had no Guards to save us;
The gangs got guns from Wal-mart an' things turned mighty bad.

The Corps of Engineers had knowed trouble was a'looming
"You must build higher levees," we'd bin tol' three years before.
But Hesitatin' Georgie refused to give us funding
And he used our levee money for to fight his Baghdad war.

Georgie waited nigh a week to start his rescue mission
He has lost all the respect that he had six days ago.
What's left of Georgie's honor is now all dead an' floatin'
Right down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

And the honor of the nation has become a corpse a'floatin'
Right down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

"The treatment of the living, black and poor and old and sick, was a disgrace." TIME, 1 Sept 2005
"Stripped of safety and comfort, survivors made their choices: greed, mercy, mischief, gallantry, depravity or a surrender to despair. So nurses hand-pumped the ventilators of dying patients...and invading looters with guns demanded that doctors turn over whatever drugs they had...In the wretched Superdome, where several people died before they could get out, a young violinist took out his instrument and played a Bach adagio." TIME, 1 Sept 2005.

http://folksong.org.nz/new_orleans/index.html

[KamaAina]

1. Someone must make a recording of this and make an .mp3 of it

complete with drum rolls and flourishes and all, then spam it all over the Internets!

[Horse with no Name]

2. It sure speaks volumes

doesn't it?