Your Honor...
I take full responsibility for my actions.
When I stopped my car,
In the middle of the highway...
And told the kids,
That I was driving home from school...
If they found me so boring,
To go play on the highway!
I didn't think they would take me literally.
Who knew?
The police report stating,
I had a gun...
And making the kids run one by one,
Across the highway is exaggerated.
I did not have a gun.
It was a bat!
And I had 'HAD' it.
Sorry, Your Honor.
Of late...
I have become very emotional.
So...
If there is any rehabilitation programs,
You believe I may be qualified to enter...
I would be so grateful.
Ten to fifteen years would be ideal.
As a suggestion.
However...
If you feel I am needing more time,
Behind bars...
I will leave that entirely up to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem