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The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone...
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly way up high
It went away I' m sure because it wished to
kiss the world goodbye.
For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto
but I have found my people here
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one,
Butterflies don't live in here,
In the ghetto.

What is the central point of this poem?

Answer 1

Select one:
a. Even in the midst of badness goodness can come
b. Butterflies don't live in the ghetto
c. People in the ghetto want to kiss the world good bye
d. None of the above points

Answer 2

im thinking A or B...

Answer 3

@Secret-Ninja

Answer 4

I would go with A. :)