The words of loyalty was inundant and abundant,
Yet in reality, it's come true, falsehood,
The notion that the highborn cared for the people
Had been voidly forgotten already likelihood.
For their own gain, they communicated and opened the gates,
Handing the castle, over to the enemy,
In later days, the some died and were buried
On Bug-mang Mountain, not their own country.
(May,14th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem