A young guy's sitting on the bench
And holding a smartphone, and twittering.
On the surface of the river, a tench
Is rising from the bottom and puffing.
A sea bird is swooping and scooping
Up, with her bill, a minnow
For feeding to her fledglings, and flying
With brushing against the willow.
‘Cause of the flood the wreckages
Are floating on the surface of the river.
And yet, it gives us the messages
The blood from the soldier' liver
Colored the water to red.
And the North bank was full
Of the attacking arms. And the dead
Scattered on the riverside. And full
Of the enmity, the soldiers' in trenches
Were staring and watching the North banks
Now the riverside, there're the benches
And cars are running the both banks.
And the rotten congress is located
In the island and the parties are full
Of the rotten smells. And an aide
Is in it and be the push-pull.
And the freedom is not for free,
It request for the blood to guard.
For a long time, forgotten have we,
But lonely, exclaims a bard.
The forefathers've lived for a long time,
And the descendants will live with the river,
Which beautifully and peacefully pass time,
And the river'll flow forever.
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Author:
Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There were the many big battles along side the Han-River. And now we can enjoy the freedom and peaceful landscapes at Han-River for a long time. Therefore sometimes we forget that we are owing to the dead in this peninsula during the last war. In the middle of the River, there is the big and rotten fountain, which imbrue all of the river and the country.
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Comments2
I'm liking these descriptive writes of various parts of your country. 🙂
Dear Orchidee
Hi! Thank you for your interesting and kind comments. I want to write the stories which were forgotten. Wish your health and happiness. BR. Kinsley
Brilliant!
love the humanity, dear Poet
(Peace, however brief
or hopefully, Long
is paid for in advance, by those
who were willing to sacrifice
their future for a dream
some
use weapons and water
their motherland with that crimson
stubbornness, of their dreams
other's, like MLK
take beatings in place of their fellow
brethren
hold hands, march in numbers
and word their dreams
so that even future generations
can picture it, vividly..
yet, sadly
'all war is a defeat, for both sides'
still,
we must never forget
those who laid down, so we can build
our new paths of freedom
civility and progressive openness
aspiring to excavate a togetherness
from the rivers of blood
that pulses through our weighty veins..
that's what it means to survive
to persevere, to dream
of a better!
while picnicking and toasting
those we must always remember)
Hi! Mek
Thank you for your interesting and comments. The people who are living this land who owe to the dead who fought to guard the freedom. Thank you for your reply poem. Thank you so much. BR. Kinsley
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