Against the wall of recognition, officers' pictures are hung in respectful places, carrying their memories with great dignity.
Remembering each one in thoughts, prayers and love.
Protecting us all from the evils that befall life, yet they fall at the hands of evil human beings.
Leaving their own families to the protection of officers who are still living and following the codes of compassion and caring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was good, I got a little confused though.