North and South
I found my eyes acting Oyster
Pearls dropped from them
Tear drops fell down is a class
“In Seoul I was told of them
‘They are dangerous’
here I see North Koreans in flesh and blood
They are my half, separated by corruption…”
She said after the Northern.
Northern wisely commented:
“South Koreans are my siblings.”
I thought of:
Germany
Yemen
Chaco
Kurdistan
Baluchistan
Congo
And much much more
And SCISSORS
And pearls kept falling from my eyes
Pearls made of my warm salty teardrops
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem