Korea

Bastards took us by surprise

Pouring across the thirty-eighth

Like roaring banshees on steroids

Bashing down the gates of hell.

 

Why they want this damnable place

Only Satan can be sure.

But if they take Korea, where will it end?

It seems impossible to tell.

 

The “red threat” has to perish here

Before it spreads across the sea,

Else we may lose all we hold

Of freedom, life and liberty.

 

Lines are drawn. A stalemate dawns

And still the clash ensues.

Sad emissaries play their games and

As both sides bicker,

Both sides lose.

 

Five million precious souls are lost

In this gruesome “conflict” metaphor.

What kind of lie let’s so many die

And they won’t even call it a war.