Yesterday’s storm,
Harsh, but a silent drum.
Midnight in the chatroom,
Virally, words spread.
Shut lips, moving fingers,
Those operating devices.
In dark and unseen places,
Where untouchable factory generates
Hashtags, titles, jokes…
“Never the insults.”
Devices are innocent,
Keyboards are innocent,
Fingers are innocent.
But who took their lives?
Finally, oh finally
One device sends a note,
The screen flickered, silently.
Red dot after red dot,
Words spread, virally.
Moving lips, pointing fingers,
Those ongoing lectures.
In bright and conspicuous places,
Where the survivor awaits
Hashtags, apologies, comfort…
“Justice will come.”
But
Look up to Heaven,
They can never hear the
Late apologies.
So
Who will be judged?
Who will be praised?
Who will decide?
Miseng Kim is a 12th grader from Beijing, China who enjoys fencing and has practiced it for 12 years. During her free time, she likes to write poetry and skateboard. She also likes indoor sports, such as rock climbing and swimming. She is also passionate about abstract art and ceramics. Art and fencing are the loves of her life.
