I was sewing up a rip in Steve's jeans, ("sewing uo his old blue jeans") and got The House of the Rising Sun running through my head. Then it started to change, and this song fell out. Steve told me about this thread, so here it is:

Katrina's Rising Tide
©2005 by Ingrid Frances Stark

There is a storm in New Orleans
Katrina's rising tide
The rich folks fled to northern climes
The poor folks stayed and died

Katrina howled and the levees failed
Folks had nowhere to run
Those with no cars could not get far
On the road they bake in the sun

Old mother called on Tuesday morn
"When will someone be down?"
She called again the next two days
On Friday she was drowned

The president expressed his grief
Said, "Help we must now send."
I'm sure that is a great relief
To the levees no one would mend

O' mother, tell your children
Not to trust the government
They promised aid, then turned away
The help that others sent

There is a storm in New Orleans
Katrina's rising tide
Its been the ruin of many poor souls
Who were left behind and died
Politicians lied, and the poor folks died
In Katrina's rising tide.