We the dead Korean (the uncle I never knew)

Your thoughts 
Are within, 
Here on the peninsula 
Where the North separates
The south
Our missiles are aimed 
At you, 
The population of the South 
Your thoughts are aimed 
Aimed at killing 
Maiming and hurting 
Hate,  here on the peninsula 
Where my cousin lives 
Where my uncle lived and died
The uncle I never knew 
For the border created by you 
You the torturer, 
You the hater 
You the killer 
I ask what of my little cousin
Marching like a soldier 
Killing the population
I, the South Korean 
You, the North
We the dead Korean