It seems people have reached the same conclusion:
He is a man who suffers from a strange delusion
Of justice and equality, and lives in an ancient myth
Of love and brotherhood for all men he deals with.
Worse, this man even envisions an open society,
Open to all views, and free from fear and poverty,
Where differences are no longer a cause of strife,
But a fresh and creative source in our national life.
Well, they say he’s a criminal who attacks and hates,
And they decide to lock him up behind the gates.
I thought he would lose all hopes and give up in fears,
But he spoke some final words that echoed in my ears:
I love my country and we are born free,
I stand for what’s right for you and for me.
I can’t praise the best and ignore the rest —
I hear the poor, the helpless, the oppressed.
I have no foes nor am I in despair,
For I would not dare if I did not care.
Why does this man stand straight and remain unbowed?
What does he feel when no one cares in the crowd?
Why are they frightened by the words lasting and true?
What do I learn from this man to grow myself anew?
I find chains may bind, but neither sorrows nor plight
Can stop the mind from turning darkness into light,
A poetic mind that travels with the eagle on the wing
To roam at will, or pauses to hear the skylark sing.
Was he a simple man carrying out too complex a plan?
We shall join hand in hand on the Square once again.
When the state machine conspires to deny his liberty,
Defeat can’t be forced on a spirit that’s forever free.
Lingxi Kong, July 15 2017, Delaware
