"Freedom" by Kim Seong-min




                                        by Kim Seong-min


Mine, essentially,

yet at the same time something we never had from birth.

Not an object,

yet something our parents took away.

Not only the sorrow of the hungry,

not the muffled sigh of those who wish for much.


Without it even alive we die, freedom, life!

Living with us, though we die, freedom!



originally published in North Korean Writers in Exile PEN Literature (2014 1st Issue p. 91)



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