A Korean Appliance Store
I own a Korean appliance store
Protestors smashed my front door
broke all the windows, trashed the floor
then stripped the shelves, but there's more
to this story than meets the eye
I've always been the friendly neighborhood guy
hiring drop-outs, ex-cons, some drunk or high
extending bad credit to help folks buy...
The damage done just breaks my heart
to pick up the pieces, make a brand-new start
at my age makes no sense; it's not so smart
This neighborhood's signaled: Leave! Depart!
But before I go, I'd like to ask
a question that my brain does rack --
Why don't they jail criminals in this country
Where's justice for shopkeepers, like my wife and me?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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