I toss a bunch of keys
In the air,
And the sky opens.
Perhaps the key
Of my strongbox
Fitted it.
High up
In the clear sky
I see five fighter jets appear
And disappear,
And inside the strongbox
One or two cockroaches
That refuse to come out
Even when the box is
Held upside down.
Fitted in! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Yes cockroaches don't have the courage to come out. Very fitting metaphor for today's politicians who govern us from their strong boxes!