My chance Like other men Tamad, but Ao whadded Steeveles de Like alpe Frayed and drooping In rags alone Hangs from my shoulders, and In this low-roofed hat This beat and crooked lut Straight on the ground Suraw's spread My mother and father Deep inside My wife and children On the edge Huddle together and Moan sadly From the stove No smoke rises and In the rice put A spider's spun its web, Cooking rice Is something we've forgotten; When we're as ground thrushes Here cheeping To make a point of Taking a short measure And malang It shorter still, As they say, With whip in hand The village headman's voice To my bed Comes calling Is this all there is? Is it so hopeless? Our path in the world Comprehension Check Activity 4 On a separate sheet of paper, write a short Marxist critical analysis of the poem above, use the following questions as your guide: What is the title of the poem? Who is the author? What is the theme of poem? What is the social class of the author? Which class does the work caim to represent?
