In the poem Immigrants In Our Own Land, the immigrants end up doing task such as washing dishes and working in the fields, even though they may have previously been craftspeople or scholars. What happens to these identities by the of the poem? The end of the poem:

---But in the end, some will just sit around talking about how good the world was.
Some of the younger ones will become gangsters.
Some will die and others will go in living
without a soul, a future, or a reason to live. Some will make it out of there with the hate of their eyes,
but so very few make it out of here as human as they came in, they leave wondering what good they are now
as they look at their hands so long away from their tools,
as they look at themselves, so long gone from their families,
so long gone from life itself, so many things have changed.---

What are the adjectives in this sentence? our ancient car has became very unreliable recently,so we are trying to find a cheap replacement .

Which two passages in this excerpt from the death of ivan illych does leo tolstoy use to suggest that ivan ilych feels like his life is slipping away from him? "what's the use? it makes no difference," he said to himself, staring with wide-open eyes into the darkness. "death. yes, death. and none of them knows or wishes to know it, and they have no pity for me. now they are playing." (he heard through the door the distant sound of a song and its accompaniment.) "it's all the same to them, but they will die too! fools! i first, and they later, but it will be the same for them. and now they are merry . . the beasts! " anger choked him and he was agonizingly, unbearably miserable. "it is impossible that all men have been doomed to suffer this awful horror! " he raised himself. "something must be wrong. i must calm myself—must think it all over from the beginning." and he again began thinking. "yes, the beginning of my illness: i knocked my side, but i was still quite well that day and the next. it hurt a little, then rather more. i saw the doctors, then followed despondency and anguish, more doctors, and i drew nearer to the abyss. my strength grew less and i kept coming nearer and nearer, and now i have wasted away and there is no light in my eyes.

What is the primary purpose of this blog? to inform people about the new sports park to entertain people with details about the warbler to persuade people to protect the warbler to convince people to support the city council