UNSEEN PROSE AND POETRY Read the poem and answer the question What a morning! The sound of guns was everywhere The city was trapped, I heave a mournful sigh- Rebels! Boom Boom Boom! The heart pants at the sound of the blast Lord! When will all this end? This is the fourth day. You say you are free Oh no, you are not You are trapped- A prisoner in your own home. The song is everywhere. What next? Food - water - a hiding place Far from the sound of the gun. ''The song is everywhere'' refers to
