Analysis of Cassava Dreams
My village was small, yet not lacking,
Humble made a home amongst us.
My mother's cassava touched tongues the sweetest.
Maybe because our hands
Gave it life.
My hands...
I dreamt of my life within the fields,
And slept with a quiet relief of piece,
As a plague crept and trampled cassava dreams,
Ripped out my heart,
Took my life.
My hands...
My life's their armor, dispensable.
Humble hearts now vicious with brown-brown.
My tongue was heavy as blood flooded those fields,
Because of my hands.
Stole sweet life.
My hands...
*Cassava is a main staple in regions of Africa, a country with an estimated 120,000 child soldiers.*Brown-brown is a gun powder based drug used to control these children.
Scheme | xxxabA cxxxbA xxcabA x |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110111110 10101011 110111010 1001101 111 11 111110101 0110100111 101101011 1111 111 11 111100100 101110111 11110111011 01111 111 11 1101100101100010111001101110110111101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 677 |
Words | 121 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 1 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 136 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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