UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY
Read the poem and answer the question
What a morning!
The sound of guns was everywhere
The city was trapped,
I heave a mournful sigh-
Rebels!
Boom Boom Boom!
The heart pants at the sound of the blast
Lord! When will all this end?
This is the fourth day.
You say you are free
Oh no, you are not
You are trapped-
A prisoner in your own home.
The song is everywhere.
What next?
Food - water - a hiding place
Far from the sound of the gun.
The atmosphere of the poem implies
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