'The seas eats our lands' by Kwesi Brew Here stood our ancestral home: The crumbling wall marks the spot. Here a sheep was led to the slaughter To appease the gods and atone For faults which our destiny Has blossomed into crimes There my cursed father once stood And shouted to us,his children, To come back from our play To our evening meal and sleep The clouds were thickening in the red sky And night had charmed A black power into the pounding waves. Here once lay Keta Now her golden girls Erode into the arms of strange towns. In this poem,
A. the gods are being abused for their causing a natural disaster B. the poet's father is being' cursed' for stopping the children's play C. a natural disaster is linked to the moral and religious life if a people D. the'golden girls' are praised for leaving home to go to the city E. nature is seen as an enemy
