Fleeing from North Korea.


It's not to believe. (For Eun Sun Kim)

You fled from your country.
You had nothing to eat.

Had to cross a river
where some of you got shot.

What kind of country
can do a thing like that?

It's not to believe, it's not to believe.




Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2013-09-22 at 00:22

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