Here I am in the land of morning calm,
Clutching a weapon in my right palm;
I stand and look over the DMZ,
Wondering how that this can be;
Living under a colonial rule,
Occupied and treated very cruel;
Forcing 36 years of a tyranny
Finally defeated and had to flee;
Once of one nation as a whole,
Torn apart by a different goal;
For such a life 50 years ago,
Suffering of a tremendous woe;
From the North came the cry,
Too many again had to die;
Another 3 years had to suffer,
Life became even tougher;
Then they signed a ceasefire,
Stop the fighting was a desire;
To this day there still no peace,
And tensions on the increase.
