Oh Korea, when will you be one
When will the stain of the North go?
Your people cry out in despair
And waiting for the world to love them.
The world feels for your hunger
And anguishes over your poverty
And cries 'change, open your borders'.
The blot on the landscape has to go.
Oh change, when will it happen?
The world is waiting to welcome you
As brother into their arms.
Oh Korea, when will you be one?
I agree with you Poet, but the son, that succeeded his father, is worst than the little man that thanks God, is dead just right now. I think, there, democracy never will arrive! ! ! Democracy is a kind of culture of the citizens that you cultivates and if you dont have the seed you never will know the sweet of harvest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so old it is boring, God bless them all.