millions starved to death:
missiles fired overhead.
sea games with seoul
under nato* control.
pyongyang power ill prince
trotting past mad troops.
when he stands in his suit
generals all about salute
and smirk.
quaint peasants in rows
step goose bumps up my arms
for as far as totems go
it's grim as stalin
and that pole has been climbed
*NATO
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