Poet Jingwan Park's Pattern 53 Seonjiki 17th, 25. In front of the diseased chrysanthemum flower
in front of the sick chrysanthemum
I stood in front of the diseased chrysanthemum and looked
Chrysanthemums shed tears of blood
A weeping wind blows against the ground,
October is cruel when chrysanthemums bloom
If there is something that has not been able to protect the country
A country where chrysanthemums cannot bloom
That country does not bloom chrysanthemums
If even a diseased chrysanthemum could bloom
German soldiers secretly brought a French bride
Those who dig the grave of Daewongun's father
It was martyrdom that killed them
About the country that says so
If there are those who are praising
diseased chrysanthemums given to them
The flower that bloomed that day bloomed,
Looking at the sick chrysanthemum
Those who are commenting on the day that Joseon fell
If there is anything given to them, Lee Wan-yong will appear.
Are there people who admit that?
The unit that killed the Donghak peasants
A crisis of re-emergence
I'm pushing the pain of mussels
Those who don't really know about turmeric
The Japanese army armed with guns on that day
About the deaths of Donghak soldiers with bamboo spears
Are you saying you don't even know?
Korean people who died in Ugeumchi
The fact that Japanese soldiers were killed by bullets
those who still do not remember
they are in politics
Those they occupy are
Those who praise the Japanese military,
not being able to solve their problems
Japanese troops surrendered to the United States by nuclear bombs
Instead of the exile of Joseon, the United States instead of Japan
US troops stationed in areas where Japanese troops were stationed
Japan's history has been completely destroyed.
Politics that do not educate the history of the past erased by the US military
It is because they are still training to erase in front of power.
holding the sick chrysanthemum in my chest
sitting on a field with clouds falling
I take my hand to my chest and weep mournfully,
Even when I cry, there are no tears,
Chrysanthemums blooming in October are sad.
Those who cry out for history without knowing it
There is nothing given to them.
Back home when still dragged to the cobalt mine
Even now, without a promise to return, they are still in the mines.
Have you visited the skull even once?
I'm still waiting for the day I can go home
Let the soul sleep on that day.
Skeletons of those who sleep in the cobalt mine
The pain of the day I cried while looking at the skeleton
still can't solve them
I really think I'm a sinner.
I am a sinner to them
i am a sinner
Even when I look at the chrysanthemum, I can't cry
The reason is because of those who did not defend the country.
There are people who are taking their seats.
Let's burn them with candles.
Sick on the day of burning with candles
The chrysanthemum will protect itself
Even a sick chrysanthemum can make you smile
I stood in front of the chrysanthemum flower and looked at you
If I become a bird that eats dirt even in the soil
Let the flowers bloom even on the frozen ground
So I died bleeding in solitary confinement
I can't help calling souls
My soul, open your eyes and get up
Let the drums ring in my burning heart
Even now, if I don't solve the pain of that day,
Do you know that you can't close your eyes
If you know it, do not use such words recklessly.
You are the fools, as I remember.
It is the remarks of fools,
Chrysanthemums blooming in October are cruel.
To prevent butterflies and bees from flying
Chrysanthemums that defy the harmony of nature
It's even worse on a cold night.
Spring is waiting for spring to come
Instead, put on a blanket
The poor have a feast
Homeless people waiting for the cold night
They have no hope.
I heard that Gyeongbokgung Palace was destroyed by fire.
Those who are ignorant goblins do not hear the sound of winter coming.
When winter comes, no matter how beautiful the flowers
A body that has to shake its own body
You don't know how to become such a body!
that Japan did not invade Korea
Today is the day I'm hiding like a goby
The chrysanthemum flower is also called a flower
In the sickly and moaning green field
A flower that cannot be eaten even when it becomes a salt field
A homeless man who sleeps even with a blanket in the blue sky
Even sick chrysanthemums cannot be thrown away on Nanjido.
I can't even hear Seunggun's cry from Haengju Mountain Fortress.
Only the sound of the night becomes a star in the air,
There must have been a separate disease in the sky
October 13, 2022