Read the poem below and answer the questions that follow.
Your nails are black with dirt, brother
And your palms are clammy with sweat I refuse to take the hand you extend in help I shall not join hands with you brother For unclean hands make me uneasy For filthy fingernails rob me of my pride. You argue, gesticulating with your once Impeccably clean and beautiful hands That before long it shall not matter For ‘everybody’ is delving and digging And all shall have hands dripping with dirt.
Your nails are black with dirt, brother
And your palms are clammy with sweat I refuse to take the hand you extend in help I shall not join hands with you brother For unclean hands make me uneasy For filthy fingernails rob me of my pride. You argue, gesticulating with your once Impeccably clean and beautiful hands That before long it shall not matter For ‘everybody’ is delving and digging And all shall have hands dripping with dirt. That nobody shall know clean hands look like And there shall be comfort in the dirty crowd And enough to eat, for there are good yields When the stinking manure is well dug in With strong and bold hands in time
Are you going blind brother?
I ask how many have the sludge Or the strong and bold hands like yours With which to dig and delve? Brother the hands of many are too weak with hunger And for many the sludge is out of reach And yet for others the stink is too nauseating! But all have eyes and hunger fills them with anger As they watch your fingernails fill with dirt!
I have seen hungry envious eyes
Watching silently through your chain-link fence I have seen eyes in deep sunken sockets Burning with anger intently watching you I have seen parched mouths water with saliva And heard the rumbling of hollow empty stomachs As they watched you feed the dog with meat From the heavy yields of city sludge
Have you entirely forgotten Brother
The fragrance and comfort of clean hands? The confidence, the peace you have when you know You’ll leave no ugly smudge upon sheet? Don’t you remember the repulsion you had When you shook hands with fat dirty men With their dirty clammy plams?
Let me trudge brother and from the top from the top of the cliff
Don’t offer me your dirty hand in help. Let me trudge the long way up Let me trudge the long way up For the short cuts are clammy with the sweat of fear And your fingernails are clogged with dirt.
Henry Barlow
Adapted from Poems from East Africa by Cook &Rubadiri, H.E.B, 1971, 18-19 Questions
Answers
(i) The poem is about a man (brother) who was once moral and principled (your once impeccably clean hands) but has changed, and is now immoral/corrupt (your nails are black with dirt, palms cleaning with sweat etc)
the persona has thereafter ended the wrong doings / corruption The message is corruption and its effects (ii) Unclean/dirty/soiled hands-represents corrupt people and all forms of corruption Impeccable/clean/beautiful hands – upright / straight forwardness (iii) The palms are carrying with sweat Unclean hands make him uneasy Filthy fingernails rob him of his pride Must be in note form IF NOT deduct ½ from the total (iv) The brother does not seem to see reality That few people are rich through corruption That few have courage to enter the world of corruption That many who are interested and would willingly become corrupt do not have the connections That others are too morally upright to join in corruption etc (v) …Your once impeccably clean and beautiful hands. Have you entirely forgotten brother? ……remember the repulsion………. (vi) Rhetorical questions .are you blind brother? Emphasizes /stress persona’s point. Metaphors .shortcuts are soiled and slippery getting wealth the corrupt way is evil and unreliable Leave no ugly smudge upon the sheets There will be no guilty feelings in his life The top of the cliff The precautious height of riches Identify and illustrate = 2mks (vii) The persona is critical / contemptuous He/she despises the brother and unlashes his brothers corrupt nature (viii) A. a life full of corruption B. mouths that have become hot and dry from hunger and thirst More PoemsFollow AtikaSchool.Org on our Social ChannelsThis gives you an opportunity to get our latest uodates, changes and firsthand information
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