Centennial Poem
June 09,1998
In purple sky, swans spoiled their rest
At a serene and untroubled waveless bed,
Crosses and rifles came in shore,
The "Lions" by armor were dressed,
Blue ocean soon will be red……
On the right hand is crucifix,
A long steel sword at left,
Keen fangs of the Lions grated the lambs,
Ate the flesh of the weak,
From yell of pity were deaf….
Invaders stepped on the virgin soil,
Spread out in the entire land,
Conquered the Pearl of the Orient,
Laughter for every lamb’s howl,
Slavery is what on a Monarch’s mind…..
But the sons of Motherland,
Chased for liberty,
In heroic deeds we fought,
Deadly blades and pens on their hands,
Unlocked the chain of tyranny….
In the peak of our bliss,
The friend "Eagles" soared high,
Lambs became young fowls,
With their honey tongue we pleased,
Young fowls ripped in their own sky…..
Almost half century we lived,
Under the unweaving flag,
And the dimly heaven,
Our souls winced and grieved,
Purple sky remained with fog…..
The darkest days of ours came,
Like wounded fowls we cried,
When "Nippons" conquered us,
The continuous scourge of rain,
Tears never been dried…….
But we’re the sons of Motherland,
The great lovers of freedom,
Ready to die for her liberty,
To redeem from foreigner’s hand,
Our hearts won’t remain dumb….
Our souls won’t cry anymore,
As Laong Laan dreamed before,
A perfect time to kiss the native soil,
To hug the wind of our shore,
Tears, blood of ours wiped, no more….
June 09,1998
In purple sky, swans spoiled their rest
At a serene and untroubled waveless bed,
Crosses and rifles came in shore,
The "Lions" by armor were dressed,
Blue ocean soon will be red……
On the right hand is crucifix,
A long steel sword at left,
Keen fangs of the Lions grated the lambs,
Ate the flesh of the weak,
From yell of pity were deaf….
Invaders stepped on the virgin soil,
Spread out in the entire land,
Conquered the Pearl of the Orient,
Laughter for every lamb’s howl,
Slavery is what on a Monarch’s mind…..
But the sons of Motherland,
Chased for liberty,
In heroic deeds we fought,
Deadly blades and pens on their hands,
Unlocked the chain of tyranny….
In the peak of our bliss,
The friend "Eagles" soared high,
Lambs became young fowls,
With their honey tongue we pleased,
Young fowls ripped in their own sky…..
Almost half century we lived,
Under the unweaving flag,
And the dimly heaven,
Our souls winced and grieved,
Purple sky remained with fog…..
The darkest days of ours came,
Like wounded fowls we cried,
When "Nippons" conquered us,
The continuous scourge of rain,
Tears never been dried…….
But we’re the sons of Motherland,
The great lovers of freedom,
Ready to die for her liberty,
To redeem from foreigner’s hand,
Our hearts won’t remain dumb….
Our souls won’t cry anymore,
As Laong Laan dreamed before,
A perfect time to kiss the native soil,
To hug the wind of our shore,
Tears, blood of ours wiped, no more….
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