Think Of The Old History At The Tomb Of Cho Min-Su

Even when the revolution's banners fly high, 
Wealth isn't allocated without the 'why? '
Yesterday, comrades argued for the share, 
Distracted by greed, no sight of what's fair.
In the pages of history, a sad truth we find, 
Friends' wielding knives, concealing the mind.
So why grieve for no visiting, left on the hill? 
Satisfy with humble graves, the life is nil.