Children's Day

I have begun this letter two times and torn it up twice who am I to say you must’ve lost your god damn mind school violence another student suicided teachers silent synonymous with cruel bystanders busy hiding the truth the proof no standards soon you gotta do what nobody expects from the law “이 나라는 가해자의 편이니까” “내가 신고한들 뭐가 달라질까” that’s what he wrote on a note how young you gotta be to write a will with papers soaked from the tears as a youth being woke is never enough sleepless nights accompany those tired of playing a role some sit tight on their asses complacence manufactured in the blue palace of the privileged class raking in y’all’s taxes thank god we don’t care what they told us still gotta represent Seoul in the land of the soulless guns and gangs who rapped about that chains and blings who’s rappin’ about that cars and hoes who rapped about that fancy clothes who’s rappin’ about that a day after Children’s Day a five-year old kid with forty degrees fever in an ambulance first hospital said there’s no room second hospital said there’s no doctor available third hospital said no fourth hospital said no fifth hospital said they could only treat him as an outpatient he died the next day 서울 한복판서 응급실 뺑뺑이 a few days after Children’s Day I spent time with my nephews one’s five and another one’s two James was three and William is six except the older son a family of four shot dead this year alone over two hundred mass shootings in the States who the ones that are shooting who the ones gettin’ shot the mall the restaurant the schools the club nobody’s safe guns and gangs who rapped about that chains and blings who’s rappin’ about that cars and hoes who rapped about that fancy clothes who’s rappin’ about that