A Marched Cockroach Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

See how I marched her:
With broom and might-
The cockroach two nights had danced over the ceilings, -
Perhaps with the impression:
'Josh, you can't halt my mission'.
And I'd rethink to have her to death as meal:
But as more as I pressed,
She still gasped for breath,
Till i threw her into the WC,
And it's breath finally given to death a meal- -

No matter how marched or pressed
You may be. Their is still an Iota of survival in there.
Do not give up easily,
Try, try till change be the story.
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