Waec Literature In English Questions
Question 701:
Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The poem is about
View Answer & ExplanationIn front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The poem is about
Question 702:
Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The imagery in the first four lines is predominantly
View Answer & ExplanationIn front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The imagery in the first four lines is predominantly
Question 704:
Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The poem is written in
View Answer & ExplanationIn front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The poem is written in
Question 705:
Read the poem and answer the question
In front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The impression created of the persona is one of
View Answer & ExplanationIn front of the gate, the guard stands with his rifle,
Above, untidy clouds are carrying away the moon,
The bedbugs are swarming around like army tanks on manoeuvers
While the mosquitoes form squadrons, attacking like fighter planes.
My heart travels a thousand miles towards my native land.
My dream interwines with sadness like a stein of a thousand threads,
Innocent, I have endured a whole year in prison
Using my tears for ink, I turn my thoughts into verses.
The impression created of the persona is one of