by Mike Yim
Remember the country that never went imperial?
That one that suffered through an evil alchemy,
The coerced mixing of blood?
Well, that bad blood erupted
And dyed a part in red.
Bloody calls for revenge you hear
In the news.
It is cut into two—which is actually a mutilation.
Take a plane, see the numerous fragments?
My grandmother cries;
I don’t know my uncle.
Is he a comrade?
Our deep roots rot to be forgotten.
Nevertheless, bloody head keeps ringing a gong,
Calling a nuke.
Number one in jumping off buildings.
The blanket noose is never too loose.
Always nose bleeding scholars
Want freedom, and many fly.
Author Biography: Mike Yim is a junior attending Santa Margarita Catholic
High School in California. He has won a few recognition/awards like regional
recognition in Scholastic Art and Writing Award and a national recognition in
Live Poets Society’s National High School Poetry Contest. He hopes to
continue the study of creative writing in college.