He wrote a poem in the strange land at May,
And he fell as a petal the very next spring day.
He's too young to die for the strange people,
But freedom world, he's the eternal star of sample

Alas, he left a wife and kids at the home,
But leaving a poem as a freedom fighter on the tome
He'd passed one day after, writing which was titled "Korea",
And now he's lying under the hill of the althea.

Now he is lying in the hallowed ground without words.
At this sacred cemetery, we must hear the chirping by the birds.
Even if we be the another red flowers to fall
For freedom, must burden the loads which are left, we all.

Even he passed for freedom but it's not end.
It's new commencement for strife, we must not bend
And let's stand up for fighting against the totalists!
He's forever as a freedom fighter against the communists.
(Dec., 20th, 2024, Kinsley Lee)