I went there once
It's a city of ghosts
It's always been a city underwater
Now, the spectacle of gross incompetence
and utter lack of compassion
The haves and the have-nots
one set in the White House
the other underwater
Oya, goddess of the hurricane
sweeping through
Transformation
is what's needed now
Bring that wind here
that water
to wash away
Bring transformation now
Oya dances in the cemetery
Oya dances in the cemetery
Oya dances in the cemetery
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