A rancid stench hangs by the water
A symbol of a purity slaughter
With the passing blocks it becomes clear
With no houses in the read view mirror
It is clear rebuilding has just begun.
The church bell rings with a resounding don't
New Orleans stands still strong
The people make the city
And they return for their second life kitty
Volunteers come in droves too
So much work to complete but where to start
It's hard to see that you're doing your part
But the labor makes a diffrence
A labor of love is a labor worth bearing.
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