Feel me watching what TIME
- At the age of 25 years old, lying on the street, Joaquin AlfonsoDili, to commemorate gutereseureul
Autumn Ginkgo deep longing two yellow
Car right on the neck pm
That reminds me of winter rain falls
Rising as the value of the dollar
Smooth stained fingers touching needle
Paper printed pictures of the texture and crisp,
Whether a bookshelf unwittingly passes TIME
Suddenly the face of gamujapjaphan
Kakibok police stripes run through Southern
Young people has been kicked
Sandals and two on the left hand, his hand on a rock.
Look back while fleeing toward youth
American-made M16A1 rifle fire breathes
Youth and lay down the asphalt on the road
Two pair of shoes, two stones in silence
The dead keep their owners
His red heart on the road to the river as it flows
Clock stopped, stood watching the needle
He slings a shot with a rock Goliath
Boy defeated David was not
David's sling this time, ballots
When you want to exercise that power
To fly in unison in a circle painted stones
Soldiers armed with rifles and armored vehicles beyond the walls
I would be able to power baebureun knocked Goliath.
Democracy, hail, Long live the Freedom!
U.S. dollar hail, gold Hooray!
Yellow and falling in the street shouting that Ginkgo
Chanbiman going into winter is falling.
Poetry is interesting - thinking of the words in this one using American language and the world of a different culture being expressed brings out a lot of imagery. Since it is easy for me to over-analyze, I find this poem upon first reading (although slowly, trying to keep the different images linked in some way) outright baffling for it to tie together, but then it starts to make sense as I sit back relaxed to look at it as a whole.
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