Being pesronally objective can be down right impossible.
With past experiences making us who we are.
All judgements are clouded, by somekind of bias.
Some are not any less wrong.
But in the face adversity, it is the seconds before a decision is made that are the most important.
And who has the right to judge those put in that position.
All we can we do is remove them and say it is not your fault.
We expected you to do something we ourselves would have extreme difficulty with.
You did us an honor, with courage, and an unkeen ability to keep down your emotions.
Now it is somebody else turn.
Let us do you atleast that favor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem