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Muddy Red Water all poets must muddy their waters said ayn rand during the flood Flood water mud red Where yesterday lay concrete Today there is no street Just a flowing river bed Flood waters All mud red The birds don't sing After all the rain More must be coming The silence nervously explains Flood waters All mud red Streams turn to rivers Where yesterday lay concrete Today there is no street It is all a flowing river bed Flood water All mud red Every news station has a different shot All the same scene The water rising up The towns disappear in' Flood water All mud red Steams turn to rivers People screaming Armageddon Sleeping in the shelters Instead of in their beds One woman says over and over that Mother Nature is alive Father G-d is dead I look away from the tv and begin to read Ayn Rand It takes my mind off the fact That I too may be stranded She talks about how Nietzsche Says That all poets must muddy their waters to make them appear deep I look back to the tv set The water is 14 feet above the street Dreaming of the mud all alive I fall deeply asleep flood water mud red see streams turn into to rivers where yesterday lay concrete now there is no street flood water all mud red the houses are underwater and the fishes in the children's beds flood waters all mud red there is no flood insurance and no way to move back in flood water all mud red the shelters are all full in the ghetto neighborhoods flood water all mud red carry away the dead then forget it ever happened once the streets are clean and gray and the sun is bright and the day so hot that you wish it would rain just a little bit …. © 2001 After Hurricane Allison Hit Houston. Revised 2009