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If We Must Die

If we must die—let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. If we must die—oh, let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe; Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

In this poem, Claude McKay expresses that death should be an honorable and noble action. One should die in a way that does not spill purposeless blood. They believe that one should not be a coward to death and if they believe in something, then they must fight for what they believe. This poem expresses rhymes constantly at the end of each line.

Kay Ryan The chickens are circling and blotting out the day. The sun is bright, but the chickens are in the way. Yes, the sky is dark with chickens, dense with them. They turn and then they turn again. These are the chickens you let loose one at a time and small— various breeds. Now they have come home to roost—all the same kind at the same speed

I believe that this poem is actually talking about different races. I think it is saying that we are all on the same earth and we are all the same and must come home to the roost at the same speed. I believe that it is saying that we need to all be treated equally. The poem uses personification for the sun.

Kristen-Chantelle Woo Stadium overcrowded by hooligans and fans Cheering, waving flags, and clapping their hands

Players on the field, they’re ready to start There goes the whistle; it pumps up their hearts

Adding strength to the ball, and kicking it high The ball travels overhead, how beautiful it can fly

Over center field, and still it goes strong Pass received with ease, and the player runs long

There he goes, for his opponent’s goal He dribbles through each player; he’s on a roll

He takes the shot, and curves it by The keeper dives for it, far and high

The goalie misses it; the ball’s in the net There’s a moment of silence, and no regrets

The winners jump for joy, that win was a must Opponents, heads tilt down low, they leave in disgust

A player’s life fulfilled is playing world class, To be playing all year long on the rich green grass

Play with heart, that’s the real answer Of how to play the true game of soccer.

This poem gives personification to the soccer ball saying that it flies. Also, the poem is about the game of soccer. It tells of how one wins and how the feeling is when the goalie misses the ball. It is a poem expressing the joys of winning.