The Mourn of the Mississippi

My Heart's Lament


How black and dark that sick sky!
That now produces tears of every kind.
Your strangle on black gold makes corporations laugh,
And yet I weep on your behalf.

For lost are the names of forgotten faces,
And no mercy was spared upon all the races.
The bombs dropped like missles from above,
And now they starve and die for lack of love.

All the while streaks shock and scatter,
Blood from the innocent whose lives don't matter.
And explosions roar down upon your archiecture,
The assault of freedom brought by Mother Nature.

No law or order has been bestowed upon a man.
Looted is the womb of the forgotten land.
Warned but not spared is all they could do,
But rest assured that I have not forgotten you.