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Hyungi Choi Poem
When the world turned darker by punishing the strange,
we did nothing.
When the world turned darker by punishing the weak,
we did nothing.
When the world turned darker by punishing the few,
we did nothing.
Now that the world has lost its light,
I hear screaming.
Did the world actually turn dark?
Or did I close my eyes?
I cannot tell...
Copyright © Hyungi Choi | Year Posted 2025
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Hyungi Choi Poem
An old man once said:
Freedom isn’t free
As a child, I grew up,
never understanding those words.
As an adult, I learned,
the tree of freedom is watered with blood.
I thought we had paid enough.
But as trees wither without water,
so does freedom without its tribute.
As such I hoped,
we could pay with sweat and duty.
But once again-we choose red...
Copyright © Hyungi Choi | Year Posted 2025
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