T'was the night before
Christmas and all through Korea
friends said, "Sure wouldn't want to be ya."
not done, the won up the chimney,
All we could
do was sit and eat kimchi,
I in my twenties
and Korea in turmoil
My plans to
pay off loans looked sure to be foiled,
Then UP on
the market, "We'll all be okay!"
And yet the
won dropped, a lead duck the next day.
cried a panicked Kim Dae Jung,
I am F'd!
I am F'd! cried the teachers, each one.
And so they
all waited for the market to crash,
goodwill and all of their cash,
we are here and still we all teach,
A medal for
bravery I award unto each.
We shall weather
together Korea's ups and her downs,
In all of
her cities and all of her towns,
Instructor! Sonsaengnim! Professor!
On Idiot? On Common Sense Neglector?)
To the nearest
airport for those with no gall,
Now dash away!
Dash away! Dash away all!
While we speak
foreign words, and go straight to work,
And fill up
with knowledge, while our heartstrings are jerked,
to better the world and ourselves,
the markups on grocery store shelves,
spring in my step, but I'm unsure for how long,
beyond hope that all this can't go on,
Now hear me
proclaim as I fade out of sight,
to all, I hope we'll be alright."