Upon the shoulders rests a weight unseen,
Decisions echo far beyond the hand;
Each choice a thread within the woven scene,
Each step must honor more than heart can stand.
The mind may tire, yet duty calls the same,
And conscience marks the path we cannot flee;
Responsibility, both shield and flame,
Transforms the weak into who they must be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem