This is a poem i made last year may.. i found it and tried to make it rhyme is it good?
School is closing, I am constantly hearing about it everywhere

People are happy, there is obviously no room for despair

Gladly walking outside once the gates have shut

There is no turning back, no space for buts

I am at home now, excited all the way

Life is at its most colourful, a wonderful array

I have more time than ever to have fun

I just need to make sure that all of my homework is done

Days are suddenly passing slowly, it may seem

We are now currently on day three

I am finding it bored just staying inside

It is for the best but life has gone flip-side

Fast forward now, on day thirty-three

Nothing now seems to be

I am missing my friends, family and ‘old life’

Who knows when things will rewind

Repeating everyday is just the same

Who can be put at for the blame?

Now I look back, I was such a fool

To think that this was a kind of duel

Between mankind and all there is to come

My thinking is slowly turning close to numb

As days passed I came to realise

That not everyone is quiet as wise

Those who go outside everyday

Put others at risk

They are quiet astray

Normality might now never come as it was before

However everyone will try to restore

Oh, coronavirus, what have you done?

To come midway and destroy to be won.

Which prediction does this passage best support? the seven commandments will become a new religion. o snowball will fall off the ladder and injure himself. o the animals will not see the commandments on the wall. the pigs will eventually change the seven commandments.

Chicago by carl sandburg hog butcher for the world, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; stormy, husky, brawling, city of the big shoulders: they tell me you are wicked and i believe them, for i have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys. and they tell me you are crooked and i yes, it is true i have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again. and they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: on the faces of women and children i have seen the marks of wanton hunger. and having answered so i turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and i give them back the sneer and say to them: come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning. flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities; fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness, bareheaded, shoveling, wrecking, planning, building, breaking, rebuilding, under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth, under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs, laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle, bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse. and under his ribs the heart of the people, laughing! laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be hog butcher, tool maker, stacker of wheat, player with railroads and freight handler to the nation. which type of figurative language does the poet use most often in "chicago"? a. rhyme b. simile c. metaphor d. personification

According to the police officer, the car accident could not have been avoided.