The late fall the morning sun is bright,
The gathered people are waiting in quite,
For 11 o\'clock, and even the breeze
Is stopping for a while under the trees.
The bells in temples are waiting to strike
The Bells. The fishes in Daunt Dike
Are swimming quietly. The nature and people
Are holding their breath, and so the birds in steeple
Black and white the young had joined
The hands, the freedom and slavery adjoined
In this front line, fought against the axis
Of Devil. And they restored the world from off-axis.
Fifty thousand of the young from the world,
During the mission, they passed to the other-world.
And therefore they are resting in this hollowed land
Or come back to their home and hometown land.
The Nov.11th is the dedicated day
To them. And we must recollect their way
Again.11 o\'clock the bells are pinging
The artillery salute for dead is dinging.
When siren goes off, the cars are stopping
On the street all the workings are stopping.
People are paying a silent tribute.
With one mind, the thanks. They truly pay tribute
Owing to their sacrifice, that time, we could defend
Our freedom, human\'s right. And could wend
To proceed the steps for prosperous future.
With the world people, we could dream the glorious future.
Now we must not forget the young\'s bloods
Which permeated and which are feeding the liberty buds.
Their left words be the stars in dark!
Turn toward Busan! Hark!
(10th, Nov.,2023, Kinsley Lee)