Analysis of Reggae 97
Christopher David Mears 1982 (Indianapolis)
No chains on our feet now.
But are we free?
Democracy?
Bullshit.
No one asked me.
Yes,
we are free,
to be poor,
victimized
and mentally oppressed.
The oppressors rape us,
with their lies.
They try to cover our eyes.
Say "oh well,"
and let it happen again,
history is infinite,
and crosses itself,
over and over again.
Our children are f@#cked,
for I know what is to come.
Technology rises,
society no.
What does not kill us,
only makes us stronger
If that were true,
we would only suffer longer.
| Scheme | XAABAXAXXXCDDXEXXE BXXXCFXF |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1111011 1111 0100 1 1111 1 111 111 100 010001 001011 111 11110101 111 0111001 1001100 01001 1001001 1010111 1111111 010010 01001 11111 101110 1101 11101010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 482 |
| Words | 93 |
| Sentences | 12 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 18, 8 |
| Lines Amount | 26 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
| Words per line (avg) | 4 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 193 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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