The barbarous Pooh, always
Brags the Army Power.
Leading nation? In old days?
But he's bossy the wind-borne tower.
What on earth a ignoramus,
Who knows the human right?
The Freedom, he's only animus,
The words in regards as the right.
The North Korean defectors
The poor were captured in China
And repatriated to pitch the honors
And the people who'll be gnawed by hyena.
The Winnie-the-Pooh is a crimer.
And his servant, the reddie Moon.
If they'll offend the people, the further
May God'll call them soon.
(25th, Oct.,2023, Tengre)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem