Your honour
Your honour, highness judge
Yes I killed, I crushed
But it was…
Should I now seek pardon?
Of you or of the dead?
Did not mean he came I
Smashed him to ground
Saw come out his inside.
Feel bad but not guilty
Can you sir forgive me?
It was a cockroach and
Intruded in my sink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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