Mr. President! Mr. President! Forty years
Have passed, when you left us deep scar to long way.
The all man've merits and demerits but to people's ears
Till now demerits they've blamed anyway.
They flattered on people's ears with sugar words,
And your sweat and tear left to be the blurs.
At that time, Korea was the poorest country.
People're starved and died from tuberculosis.
You'd waked people and made miracles in history
And you fighted and defended with people in the crisis.
But 'cause of plentifulness, we'd forgotten your name
For longtime, and thrown your merits on the flame.
In the world, all men can shout democracy
But very few can lead to proceed his nation
From buttom to the sky. To Korean not fantasy,
Because of You, it's not dream but realization.
For ages, we'd thought. The richness was natural,
We're deceived by the falses, 'democracy of verbal'.
That day, many people lined to send off
your lastway. On the Park, Chung-Hee square
The many people are gathering for face-off
To fight against the traitors on there.
Now people know that You are right!
As far as the nation's tomorrow, You're right!
(26th, Oct.2023, in the morning by Tengre)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem