Beyond the Bektusan
The Motherland oppressed for so many centuries
Our beloved Leader transforms the history
The paradise on earth emerges
Korea salutes to the eternal Sun of the Juche
By the streets of Hyangsan
a child question to his father
How it is the life beyond the Bektu?
People kill for money
The egoism is king
There’s no peace neither harmony
just a nightmare, nothing else
Ten years of life are enough to pull a trigger
Ten thousand are needed so that the miracle takes place
What is our fortune?
From the sky came a great warrior
With a heart purer than the diamond
He rescued us from the suffering
Brought the happiness and pride
to this horizon
To live and to die following his steps
There will be no tear lakes that fill the emptiness
But guns and soldiers who will defend his conquest
Hmm this is just too easy. I will make this the last bit of bad poetry to appear here for a while (unless I deign to write some myself of course!)
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Another gem of your poetry collection, by Dermot F. Hudson:
Poem by Dermot Hudson
The thundering crack of gunshots still does echo
over Korea,not only there but over the whole wide world
even though 70 long years have passed and flowed away
decades so long yet so short
Gunshots ringing out heralded the
new dawn of liberation,of a new Korea bright and free,
of the glorious Songun revolution.Ever victorious iron-willed
brilliant commander,heroic patriotic partisan
the illustrious General Kim Il Sung fired
the shot that tore Jap imperialism into
a million and one pieces
Oh worthy warrior of Mt Paekdu
leading the stouthearted partisans of
the mighty KPRA to shatter the chains
of Japanese imperialism,shockbrigade of
world fascism,to dispatch
the murderous Japs to their doom
The flames of revolution burned brightly
at Pochonbo that night consuming
the oppression of Japanese imperialism
The crack of gunshots and roar
of flames merge into a mighty
thunderous sound of the Songun revolution
The banner of Pochonbo is today
raised ever higher,the echoes of gunshots
at Pochonbo reverberating ever loudly
signalling the final victory of the
Songun revolution
jams, your taste is horrible. The not-wife will not-divorce you, if you go on like this.
LOL red, it is pretty bloody awful stuff eh?
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