(This poem is dedicated to the people of New Orleans, especially the police and armed forces, most especially my niece and nephew, who are police there. They risked everything and lost a lot to stay and help others, as is the duty that they took on.)
A wall of water bearing down on the city
High, so high that it can't be kept at bay
The masses pull together for strength and comfort
Behind their shield of blue and green clad warriors
Protecting and serving as they're sworn to do
Pitting their courage and lives against the storm
Daring it to do it's worst, defiantly proud
Sheltering those they serve with iron wills
Standing tall, smiling against the odds
As the wind howls on and the rain falls so hard