Ode To The Roof Koreans

A reader told me he watched this clip this morning. {snip}

It prompted my reader to write this poem in honor of the brave shop owners who stood against lawlessness when the LAPD would not. It’s an homage to Macaulay’s “Horatius”:

Ode to the Roof Koreans

But the cashier’s brow was sad,
And the cashier’s speech was quiet,
And darkly looked he out the window,
And darkly at the riot.
“The looters will soon be on us
And the police will hide indoors,
And if those f*ckers win the street,
What hope to save the store?”

Then out spake brave Hyuk Son Lim,
The Owner of the place:
“To every man upon the earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
Defending his own shop
At Koreatown Esplanade?

“Haul down the ladder, Young-ja,
I’m-a going to the roof;
We’re going to-a waste these motherf*ckers
If they try to come and loot
We fled chaotic wartime Seoul
To build a life across the sea
Now who will grab their rifle,
And keep the roof with me?”

{snip}