How can you create art at a time like this?
How can you not?
You, who feel noble to feel sadness,
You do not care for the others who die everyday.
You, who open your checkbook disguised as your heart,
You allow your animals to starve and freeze.
You, who hold hands and sing for the telethon,
It is You who have raped and marred.
You, who proudly display your patriotism,
You endanger people's lives when you drive.
You! You!
Your price for a single tear in a single moment
was 5,000 lives.
You shed, then you forgot.
I weep for you.
I weep from you.
And my hope dwindles now, more than ever.