Thursday, April 4, 2013
The Eyes of North Korea
((Short Poetic Prose anecdotes) (get drunk, March 4, 2013))
So you would like to know why they hate each other today. No doubt it will be easier for them to understand this cause and effect than others, than for me to explain—for example, short days for us, seemingly long days for them. Why the round-cheeked soldier boys of DPRK, are pulled along like leashed dogs? Why all the outstretched arms for all the decorated Generals in North Korea, like colorful obelisks. Why straight in front of them, is a road to their neighbors house, they never use, peacefully? Why the graying bearded men, have done so little to nothing about North Korea’s prosperity with the rest of the world? Carried along like little creatures too feeble to walk. Everyone performing duties like little children; and those not in uniform all in rages; while Pak Pong-ju the new premier’s face is so serious. Why are the US B-2 stealth bombers doing flyovers on the North Korean peninsula? Why is there no peace treaty signed since 1953? Why has nobody done anything for five-years concerning Pyongyang? Why have we sent the USS John McCain, destroyer to that ‘dangerous’ and ‘reckless’ spot? Is China waiting for an explosion, testing the waters between us and them: them and South Korea? Watching three countries play chicken? Don’t they all know, what is not done today, will have to be done tomorrow? And what will tomorrow bring—better or worse? Do not think these people do not have their eyes wide open, they want to make it unbearable, they want to become the manager of the café—figuratively speaking, and get the free lunch—among other things. You see friend, how difficult it is to understand Kim Jong Un, who seemingly is choosing to be provocative. Be wrong just once, being stupid just once, and the eyes of this little country—that feels no shame, will blackmail the entire earth. Woops, it has already; if they can not blackmail, then what—another Hiroshima?
(Solution to end a war that hasn’t started): My suggestion, and it is only a suggestion, is that the people of North Korea simple: get drunk. That’s all that should matter, that is really your need, essential need; so as not to feel or think when the time comes—that horrible burden that you will be sent out to do. You must get drunk without ceasing, and then you will not feel the pain. The problem is as I understand it to be, ‘With what?’ With whatever you can find, make, and sit on the palace steps, the green grass, or the winter ice, and show Kim Jong Un, drunkenness has increase, give him groans, not salutes. Don’t look up at the wind and waves in the star of the flag, look at the clock, that is what speaks—the calm just before the storm, just before war, it is one minute to twelve—showdown time. Do this for the world; get drunk, so that you may not be the martyred slaves of time, of Kim Jon Un’s ego. Get drunk and never cease or rest, until Kim Jong Un, is taken down from his throne. I know, it’s not quite the Christian way of doing things, but it’s is better than nothing—and pray, pray, pray…!