Han-River Poem by Kinsley Lee

Han-River



A young guy's sitting on the bench
And holding a smartphone, and twittering.
On the surface of the river, a tench
Is rising from the bottom and puffing.

A sea bird is swooping and scooping
Up, with her bill, a minnow
For feeding to her fledglings, and flying
With brushing against the willow.

‘Cause of the flood the wreckages
Are floating on the surface of the river.
And yet, that give us the messages
The blood from the soldier' liver

Colored the water to red.
And the North bank was full
Of the attacking arms. And the dead
Scattered on the riverside. And full

Of the enmity, the soldiers' in trenches
Were staring and watching the North banks
Now the riverside, there're the benches
And cars are running the both banks.

And the rotten congress is located
In the island and the parties are full
Of the rotten smells. And an aide
Is in it and be the push-pull.

And the freedom is not for free,
It request for the blood to guard.
For a long time, forgot have we,
But lonely, exclaims a bard.

The forefathers've lived for a long time,
And the descendants will live with the river,
Which beautifully and peacefully pass time,
And the river'll flow forever.

-Kinsley Lee

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