This question is based on General Literary Principles and Appreciation. '...Akosua Nowa has touched my manhood; Tell her, red ant upon the tree; If she passes this way, I am gone, I am gone to load my gun No matter how hidden deep her treasure, By my father's coffin I swear I'll shoot my way to it this day; Son of the hunter King There is liquid fire in my gun! ' Akosua Nowa' by Joe de Graft The beauty of this poem is built upon its
A. rhythm B. extended images of treasure and gun C. the protagonist's boastfulness D. the arrangement of the lines
