Read this excerpt and answer the questions below. "Over and over again I have found myself asking: "Who worships here? Who is

their God? Where were their voices when the lips of Governor Barnett dripped with words of interposition and nullification? Where were their voices of support when tired, bruised, and weary Negro men and women decided to rise from the dark dungeons of complacency to the bright hills of creative protest?"

•Type of figurative language:

• Meaning of figurative language:

•Effect on tone and mood:

•Effect on audience:

1. Metaphor

2. A figurative language is a type of language used in writing, to convey ideas in a subtle manner, different from their regular usage.

3. The author's tone is angry. It conveys a somber and anxious mood.

4. The effect on the audience is an understanding of the challenges faced by Negro men and women.

Explanation:

1. Metaphor compares things that are not related with the intention of making the reader see the hidden similarities. The author used metaphor when he compared complacency to dark dungeons and creative protest to bright hills.

2. A figurative language is a style of writing where words are not used in their ordinary sense, rather they are used to convey deeper thoughts and meanings.

3. The author's tone is angry and this is seen in his repeated use of rhetorical questions. This provokes a somber mood in the audience who reflect on the sufferings of the Negro men and women.

4. The effect on the audience is a true impression of the harsh realities suffered by the Negro men and women.

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waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

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