Am I
Restricted to
Four walls

If I am
Locked
In a room...,,

That not means
I am captured,,,,

I may not leave
The room

But my thoughts
They cannot be
Restricted

Which gives me
Strength to
Escape from anything

Thoughts of good
Will heal us

Thoughts of fear
Will threaten us

I.

A guy was sent from East Germany to work in Siberia.

He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends,
Lets establish a code.

If the letter you get from me is written in blue ink,
it is true what I say,

if it is written in red ink,
it is false.

After a month his friends got the first letter.

It says, this letter: Everything is wonderful here,
Stores are full of good food,

Movie theaters show good films from the west,
Apartments are large and luxurious but,

The only thing you can not buy is,
Red ink.

This is how we live.

We have all the freedoms we want,
But what we are missing is red ink -

- the language to articulate our non-freedom.

II.

So then I was moved.

The pink and yellow bundle in the mothers arms,
Cuts three figures though the barren concrete landscape,

Son and wife and finally mother,
United in South Korea.

Frost in every breath,
A tight escape.

Warm soup around the table because,
Only mother know the pain of birth.

The raft did not fail this time and she showed up in a,
Yellow scarf.

Mother will be happy to learn the new ways,
Of feeding children soup.

Talent
Is
Stone.
It
Needs
To
Be
Chiselled
For
Beauty!