Front & center
cameras, speeches, flashing lights
everyone's stars are hanging gold
Outside the halls are cold
jammed packed with certificate winners
together, they inch a slow mile
all they know, is how to smile
yes, here everyone's a winner
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I would like to translate this poem
Oh, the glitter! Oh, the excitement! No! the illusion, the hype. If everyone is the winner, then there was no contest, or achievement, or satisfaction. How long will it take for the people crowded here to realize that? Who will they blame? because someone has to carry the blame. You paint this sorry spectacle in primary colors, but the hollowness is so obvious. But I should turn my gaze inward. I too am susceptible to this kind of hype. Your poem shows how easily people follow the flow to disaster,