Analysis of Drought
Rains don’t come, the crops don’t grow.
With tears unseen, the hurt will glow,
eat out the heart of many men
who struggle to get just one out of ten.
How to survive those beams so fierce
that kill all growth before the dusk?
How can we ease the pains of years
with none to even slightly trust?
It’s drought in souls of human kind.
Huge losses felt, the rich don’t mind.
The happy few still claim all luck
so workers lives forever suck.
Scheme | AABB XXXX CCDD |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (67%) |
Metre | 1110111 11010111 11011101 1101111111 11011111 11110101 11110111 11110101 11011101 11010111 01011111 11010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 433 |
Words | 84 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 112 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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