FROM THE POEM DEFENDANTS

Forgive me, king
With my whole soul and body
Why do not I just beheaded?
While you have a slave hard

Forgive me, the glorious glorious
Are not you more proud of your lies
You enrich deception without truth
Lie without evidence
And the servant who always accuse you

Forgive me, O soldiers burst
Why are not you Draw your sword in his eye?
Breath while you swallow when you see me bitter
At worst your looks

Forgive me, O my heart lord
You've tortured slave to crazy
But I still let you wait for a verdict
In front desk your dumb
Forcing a slave to death was not said

O thou the leader of all
Trial servant with your instinct
If you are still silent, the host
Punish Servant
Poor things