The forgotten war

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The forgotten war


The rising sun had claimed this land

Ruled strongly with a firm hand

The bear and dragon were brought to their knees

By the god king of conquest to suit his needs

The people suffered while the master gloated

A paycheck in blood and money was bloated

This prize of war was one very precious

As the tilt of power looked more precarious

Once more the people would flee

As the master claimed the dirty deeds

A battle abroad sealed his fate

Two cities lay razed and the war checkmate

The emperor's band became the defeated

Celebrations all around but soon to be heated

Two new players came into the game

North and south split at a border tame

Both for the people but split altogether

With familiar ties held by a tether

North thought everything was all too equal

South made good work of the flying eagle

The scene was tense, primed to blow

On one June morning the shells blew low

North came south and almost won

Beaten by foreigners to a surprising stun

The tide turned and the south was safe

Revenge would come north with a chafe

The battle almost won; a new foe emerged

Forcing back the titans besmirched

Time and again the two sides clashed

Bombs, shells, and bullets flashed

The hot war became cooler and grinded in ice

Smack dab in the middle aside fields of rice

Years passed as the armies fought on

Dug in on a line drenched in rain and sun

Peace was assured eventually, for now at least

Freeing the land from the colonial feast

Two pawns of the world was Korea made

Even today the game is still played

Threats all around, above, and below

Threats even the common people know

Nature thrives amid man's feud

A legacy of many lives once strewn

Lest we forget the mistakes of the past

This war like many may not be the last


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