Timmy

Timmy was a kid in New Orleans
Trying to get by in his ragged jeans.
What's fucked up is not his life
But the one that was granted after that.
Walking by the flooded streets
He calls for out for his mom.
All he hears is the screams abound,
How could he have deserved all this?
He doesn't understand why this happened,
I guess he doesn't know about the U.S.
Of course they fucked up, so they make it up,
FEMA trailers for all of them.
A week has gone by & Timmy is feeling sick,
I wonder what it really is?
His neighbors next door are dead on their bed,
A button on their shirt saying "God Bless The U.S."
Just one month later & Timmy is gone,
Yet no one really seems to care.
The U.S. president stands up to speak,
Says "The United States is with them".
Timmy was a kid in New Orleans
Trying to get by in his ragged jeans.
What's fucked up is not his life
But the one that was granted after that.