A Plea Not To Un-Jong The Kim Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Oh, why not Un-Jong The Kim
For that is how we look at it,
When we straighten the gaze,
And walk away quiet.

We stand in a pit
No, for North Korea sits
A cross legged Korea,
On all fours with its
Neighbor rubbing shoulders,
Against gates of iron open.

We need to listen if to hear,
And not Un-Jong The Kim,
And have an endless tearing,
Of stories that shatter
To broken pieces of the globe,
Never to be put together.

If the rubble that was countries,
Only yesterday, ruled by Kims,
Were to speak to us and ask
To be countries like all others,
We would not have all these cries,
That rise everywhere.

Those who hide when they tear
A neighbor's fence and then say
It is cowardly to run away from
A tattered country, have not seen
A bullet at the door, or even as
close to one's nose.

Let us not Un-Jong the Kim,
For the likes of Rocket man
Only exist on small screens
Where they jump out to walk
In cases that cause disbelief.

This plea we make for an undoing
Of talk about doing or undoing,
What others do alone.