The 21st of the 53 ancestral knowledge seen by the poet Park Jin-gwan. 27, standing in the field
The fields are so sad!
Living is waiting for death
A field where you have to live like an animal startled by the sound of gunfire
The sunset that sang gold is so sad.
The fate of those who survived death
I'm rolling like a wheel
A star descends on the sandy desert-like land.
If only the dark night had lasted longer
Raise your hair like that and run like a wolf
Libya standing on the ground bleeding
Declaring green like an olive tree
What does the organization called the United Nations say?
In the garden created by Marx
Praise England for forced conscription
A story that will only happen on a faraway day
I'm going back like a legend
Nothing survives in the fields
Like a bird sleeping in the strong smell of gunpowder
They say you have to flap your wings
The resentful voices of those who are sick of life
Like a cat sneaking into the edge of a blue mountain
You're staring with your hair on end
Not knowing where to go
What do you want to leave behind?
It's a world that hates Russians.
About the country that demonized Russia
I don't know why I'm praising you,
What are you trying to live for?
goods stolen by invading other countries
made of the treasures he took back to his country
Doing propaganda to attract tourists
I can't help but say that it's unknown
Humans, if I do it, it's wrong.
If you do it, it's a good thing
promoting so
The tyranny of an unknown country
What is the spirit of invaders talking about?
Look at the horns that turtles have horns.
How many people did Nazi Germany kill!
The atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima, Japan
Let's record it as the day when human dignity was lost.
Do you want to know how precious life is?
The green seen from the field is the steps that did not bury the skeleton
My lungs are ringing at the sound of coughing
May 15, 2023