Question

20 Points!!

Use what you know about World War I, the effects, the revolutions, and uncertainty in the world, following the war. Write a poem in which you address some aspect of the modern period that involves a struggle, strife, turmoil, or uncertainty. You are a modern, lost generation poet.

Here are some possible topics: environmental issues, conflicts(Afghanistan, Pakistan, a rack, Iran, North Korea, Ukraine) disease, Covid, poverty, racial divide’s, inequality, child, labor, human trafficking, concerns with technology, etc.

The poem must be a minimum of three stanzas long, and each stanza should have at least four lines.

Use five sensory details, identify these sensory details in bold or italics.

Answer 1

Lost Generation

We are the lost generation,
Born into a world of strife and confusion.
Our parents fought in wars and revolutions,
Leaving us to deal with their aftermath and disillusion.

We see poverty and disease all around us,
Children forced to work, and humans trafficked.
We witness the racial divide and inequality,
And wonder if the world will ever be fixed.

The environment is in peril, as we see,
Fires, floods, and storms caused by man's greed.
Our technology threatens our very existence,
As we struggle to control its speed.

We feel the weight of uncertainty,
And the burden of resolving these issues.
We are the lost generation,
But we will not give up, we will continue with our pursuit.

We will fight for a better tomorrow,
A world where everyone is equal and free.
We will use our senses to see, hear, feel, smell, and taste,
And make our voices heard for all to see.

Answer 2

IM SORRY ITS NOT GOOD BUT I TRIED

In the aftermath of the Great War,

A world of uncertainty we saw,

The old order was shattered and torn,

And from its ashes something new was born.

Revolution swept across the land,

As people rose up and took a stand,

The old ways could no longer stand,

And the future was in their hands.

The struggle for a new way of life,

Was filled with turmoil, pain and strife,

As people fought for their rights and beliefs,

And tried to bring about some relief.

The world was changing, that we knew,

But what lay ahead, we had no clue,

We walked in darkness, lost and alone,

Uncertain of what the future had shown.

The air was thick with the scent of fear,

As we stumbled blindly, year after year,

The taste of bitterness was on our tongue,

As we searched for a place where we belonged.

The sound of chaos filled the air,

As we struggled to find a way to care,

For a world that seemed so lost and broken,

And a future that was yet to be spoken.

The modern age is one of change,

And the struggle continues, it's not yet arranged,

But we must keep moving forward, step by step,

And hope that one day, we'll find what we've kept.