The Protest

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Title: The Protest

In "The Protest," the poem explores the theme of environmental degradation and the futile attempts of the speaker and their fellow protesters to halt the destruction. The poem effectively uses imagery and juxtaposition to convey the loss of nature and the relentless march of urbanization.

The poem begins with a conversational tone, inviting the reader into the speaker's experience. The use of colloquial language, such as "C'mon, fellas," and "said I," creates a sense of camaraderie among the protesters and emphasizes the collective nature of the protest.

The imagery of "wilted banners" and "homemade signs" conveys the grassroots nature of the protest, while also suggesting the weariness and defeat of the protesters. This contrasts with the vivid description of the urban landscape, which includes a "mega-church," "All-Your-Crap storage units," and a "deluxe, salty, fat hamburger joint." The poem effectively juxtaposes these symbols of consumerism and excess with the natural beauty that has been lost, represented by "periwinkle vines," "crimson clover," and "ginger root."

The poem's structure also contributes to its message. The lines are relatively short and enjambed, creating a sense of urgency and movement that mirrors the protesters' efforts to "move along" and "stop the madness." The line breaks at "Main and Meridian, USA" and "cement and sticky tar" emphasize the poem's focus on the destruction of nature and the encroachment of urbanization.

One area that could be improved is the poem's use of clichés, such as "the moment was gone" and "stop the madness." These phrases detract from the poem's overall impact and could be replaced with more original expressions that better convey the speaker's emotions and experiences.

In conclusion, "The Protest" is a thought-provoking poem that effectively addresses the theme of environmental degradation and the struggle to preserve nature in the face of urbanization. The poem's imagery, juxtaposition, and structure contribute to its overall impact, while some clichéd expressions could be revised for greater originality.

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This is fantastic, it has echoes of Joni Mitchell's Big Yellow Taxi, the song was buzzing in my head as I read your words.
I loved these lines because of the realism:
wrap our protests
in wilted banners
and homemade signs,
And these two lines are pure class:
past the mega-church,
the All-Your-Crap storage units,
It was a pleasure to read your poem, I relished every word. Ruby :)

I was impressed with those lines, and I thought about the things that we continue to hold onto, when the need for them is gone. I have seen first-hand, the storage-units that have gone under the auctioneer's hammer; the things that were stored against the day that they would become useful again. I have many things that I know will never be used again, things that are memories only to me. I try hard to rid myself of them... [but there are places in my closet, under my bed where they hide, waiting]. I do feel hope that future generations will stop the degradation of the Earth and manage to make it the paradise that it should and could be; but until then, "Pave paradise and put up a parking lot". Good job of making this person think! ~ Geez.
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