There was a war
I cannot prove it
But it happened to us
It happened inside us
Who killed my brother?
Was it the antidepressants?
Was it the memories of war and abuse inherited from the Japanese occupation of Korea?
And now the American occupation of Korea
In the name of freedom
our father and our grandfather
Who would not cry, as men
But imposed perfection instead
And denied the right to his existence
If he could still speak he would ask me:
If war is over
Why am I still fighting?
Who is this enemy who lacks the courage to show himself?
SUBLIME COURAGE 
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