I weep, I scream for the ancestors.
Men and Machines dreg at the sacred sand bar
built into an Island.
A place to pray.
A place to call on the ancestors.
When oil spills, who else can we turn to?
Not the army corp of engineers!!!
Oh Scared Island where the River turns. Why? Why?! Why!
Blow up the Morganza Spillway instead.
Free the river, let it flow.