Frankenstein of the Year
The award goes out to you.
Yes, I said you over there,
With your hands bent over corpses,
Dead set on bringing them back to life-
Hoping to magically breathe a spirit of fear and hate,
And the scariest thing is that it’s working.
Thanks to you,
The blood of my people curdle in their graves,
Thanks to your invention,
There will be names washed off the slate of the living,
There will be weeping across the nations, candlelight vigils,
More than tens of thousands shoes places in honor of those lost.
Sadly, unlike Frankenstein you will not fade as easily,
Nor will you disappear like his creation.
Today I want you to take your award and take your ten seconds of spotlight
Then get the fuck off the stage in this life
By Amanda Chan
