This question is based on General Literary Principles and Appreciation.
‘…Akosua Nowa has touched my manhood;
Tell her, red ant upon the tree;
If she passes this way, I am gone,
I am gone to load my gun
No matter how hidden deep her treasure,
By my father’s coffin I swear
I’ll shoot my way to it this day;
Son of the hunter King
There is liquid fire in my gun!
‘ Akosua Nowa’ by Joe de Graft
The beauty of this poem is built upon its
- rhythm
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extended images of treasure and gun
- the protagonist's boastfulness
- the arrangement of the lines