The Call

N'Orleans


I was hungry,
And you waited for the government
To give me something to eat;

I was thirsty,
And you wrote a brilliant editorial
Complaining that I had nothing to drink,

I was a stranger,
And you took Me to a stadium
To live like cattle;

Naked,
And you watched while the TV crews
Filmed Me for their "Special";

I was sick,
And you left Me on the streets
Of N'Orleans to die;

I was in prison,
In My roof;
And you took a picture of my roof,
And showed it on your benefit
"for the victims",
You boasted about the millions you collected
As you watched your sales soar.
...and I waited.

You do know, don't you?
You're not doing this to N'Orleans;
You're doing this to Me.

JC