Cockroach

A fire

A bang

A heart-stopping cry

To flounder

To flitter

To flutter

To fly

A wave of confusion

As waves smash the town

Of men like large boulders

Who swarm to the crown

A hand grips the banner

A hand waves it tall

While scuttle are vermin

Are men ever small

And squash under power

And squelch under might

Are men who will suffer

From cowardly plight

The End

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