Super Dome, Super Dome, <br />Site of pleasure, site of sin - <br />You opened your doors <br />And took them in. <br />Now I see their eyes, <br /> Full of Death, <br /> Full of Surprise. <br /> <br />Death for some, <br />Surprise for all <br />That no one came to help. <br />As we watched in amazement, <br />We had to acknowledge <br />America's poor, poverty stricken, <br />Hungry and lost - - <br /> So poor they couldn't run <br /> To safety, and so - - they died. <br /> <br />Super Dome, Super Dome, <br />Cathedral of promise, <br />Empty shell of pain, <br />So cruel, so beautiful, <br />But only too real, <br />A modern-day Roman Circus, <br /> Feeding the poor <br /> To the Television Lions. <br /> <br />Not pretend, not crime T. V., <br />But real live people <br />With life blood in their veins. <br />Super Dome, site of pain, <br />Painted without, so clean, <br />But hiding the failure <br />Of mankind, passing the buck <br /> From Mayor, to Governor, to President, <br /> Each proclaiming 'Not to Blame! ' <br /> <br />Dedicated to the victims of Katrina, New Orleans, La. <br /> <br />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.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-no-more-revised-and-rededicated/
