The Will of Two States Shaped the Same
David Hur

Am I yet callow?
I often wonder when I'll
return home with the sparrows,

back to where the red barrow
drinks of the rainfall.
Am I yet callow?

Will I turn back if harrowed
by what I find real,
return home with the sparrows?

The streets of Seoul: too narrow
for what I might feel --
am I yet callow?

Far too many lie fallow,
gyopos who will
(not) return home with the sparrows.

Once the waters dry, I'll know
it then, the deal.
Am I yet callow?
Return home with the sparrows.