Politics and history in the art of Kim Ho-suk
I'm gathering greens, gathering greens.
They' re not lush, but meager.
All the good herbs and greens have withered away.
The sprouts and shoots have all dried up.
The grass and trees have been scorched by the sun.
The wells have dried up.
The water bugs have disappeared from the rice paddies.
Even the clams have vanished from the sea.
Those in power know nothing of this.
'Famine', that's all they…