In the cold night at Pyongyang.
Look there,
the glow of light,
from a window,
in Kim Il Sung Square.
As if in a portrait, a figure is visible, look at the illuminated window.
See Him,
amiliar in the People’s Korea, familiar to everyone, even to small children.
Kim Jong Un,
a beloved leader of millions!
Kim Jong Un does not sleep,
like a concerned Father,
He has a plenty of work.
The moon casts ray after ray,
from his office as if of a peak,
all of Korea of Juche,
can be seen as socialist paradise, inspiration of what,
seeds impact all around the world.
Towns, villages are growing,
beneath Pyongyang,
a metro crosses the earth.
Modest canals inextricably link,
through Taedong - to the west Barrage.
Days and nights rush by... Tomorrow.
As it is plenary session of a great party.
A party that brought freedom and socialism, by the spirit of Juche, the one and only one, has a symbol inscribed,
in the lives and sacrifices of many.
So, once again, another night. no much sleep to Him.
Soon the dawn will flicker in the Pyongyang streets, but his mind is still awaken and high.
He is focused, he is calculating, he is considering...
reading, studying and analysing, tricky laws of social development.
His nights are spent,
in planning to provide wellbeing,
to make sure to supply everything for everyone, what is best, what all needs.
It for that, a girl on her way to school,
would have a fresh fragrant baked croissant.
It for that, tons of fertilizer,
supplies reach agricultural fields on time.
It for that, to be enough coal,
cement and concrete,
for the workers, homes and factories.
It for that, the farmer in cooperative,
a new tractor be received.
And it for that,
the miners and steelworkers,
willing to produce tons,
never ceased in their hard work,
appreciated by His bless and smile.
That is why, every detail of His speech,
is a foundation for the People’s Democracy.
It is like pillar of the building,
of the house of shining star,
flourished by the Juche idea,
guarded by the Songun politics.
Only sometimes, suddenly, casually,
His tired eyes notice a mistake,
in a long series tables,
in economic tables, columns and numbers.
Yes! He tracks down the error,
and...corrects it.
He - KIM JONG UN,
however tired is always in revolutionary stand!
He keeps discipline and militancy,
a power of communist bravery.
With the heart of Father,
has the care of a Mother,
careful and foreseeing, wise and modest,
devoted to people, chosen by them.
Look at the window of Kim Il Sung Square!
Yes! He is working again,
he is attending a lot of books and reports,
through the quiet nights, in the party building.
Sometimes the wind rattles the shutters,
reminds Him the dawn will appear soon.
Dawn! Suddenly, footsteps, comrades!
KIM JONG UN walks,
tired from working all night,
but look, He has enthusiasm, He has the power!
To open the door wider - into the day,
the day of the victory,
the day of the communism, the day of victory of the land of Juche!
Author: Alan Bolon
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