Her Anguish

Her Anguish

Reds must’ve abducted him, my mother used to 
say of her brother’s fate, dabbing at her eyes.
Before the separation of the peninsula,
they kidnapped many smart people to
the north to build a super power nation.
My brother was an educator,
tall with gold-tanned skin.
she sobbed. We must unite!

Her brother had been living only a few miles
from her rural home over the high mountain
across the river.
By then the siblings have long since gone.
Bitter smile on the cousin’s face echoes mine.

Even now we enjoy all the modern amenities,
our eyes still wet, yearning to find our relatives
over the barbed wire fence.
The policy, like the air in the balloon,
their constant war-threat, secret test for weapon,
I hear her voice.
What happened to our brotherhood?
What is above the joy of our lives?
Learn the mountain and ocean;
their wisdom of peaceful coexistence.
Her ghost vanishes;
her words flying in the wind.

©Byung A. Fallgren 



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