The stars align to see
Your triumph waving thin
Among those backyard homes,
Aware of nothing but
Illusion, symbols, script
Of what you wish yourselves
To think, believe, adhere.
When there is one thing clear
Beyond the gate, green hills,
The golf holes, speedboats, malls:
Across the border, all
See who you truly are—
An eagle, not of freedom,
Of fear.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beyond the gate! ! Thanks for sharing.