Okay. maybe write about about a mischievous misbehaving leprechaun. remember, this is an exercise to test your creativity. the story should be all yours. get creative!
Once there was a magical leprechaun who was named Patrick. He had everything he needed. He had fooled many. Then one day, Patrick was fixing her shoe, and while he was doing that he was stuck on a thorn. He yelped and screamed and yelled out for help. Then this girl whose name was Liz Monroe came skipping down the hill. It's St. Patricks Day, she sang. Liz came to a stop when she heard screaming. She looked all around and found a little man stuck on a thorn. "Oh hello, please help me out of this thorn. It pains terribly." Liz took the man in her rough hands and said, "Mm, you are a leprechaun! Tell me and show me where that pot of gold is. Tell me I said", Liz hissed at the leprechaun. "If you don't tell me I will, I will.... Ah, I will carve out your heart and feed it to the animals." The leprechaun shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the old tree, with a lily around it. "It's over there, go get your nasty gold. I don't get why you need that." The leprechaun moved around and Liz said, "Okay, I am going to mark this with my diamond ring! And you are going stay with me." "Leave me I say, leave me." "Okay fine anyways I will mark it with my ring." Liz left the leprechaun and watched the leprechaun disappear into the pathway. The next day, Liz Monroe went out with a shovel. But she couldn't imagine what her eyes saw. So many diamonds and so many lilies and so so many old trees. She wondered about so many diamonds. And took them home. "Whatever". Liz mumbled. When she got home and opened her hands, the diamonds were replaced with dirt. She was so said and promised herself that she wouldn't never, never, ever leave a leprechaun if she ever found one.
Due to the unfavourable conditions peasants are exposed to, they easily grasp the harsh realities of life such as death. Also, in their community they learned to care for one another because they have one another's back, unlike the bourgeoisie/ educated elites who only care about themselves and keeping to their social levels. For such people around Ivan, his illness and impending death has become bothersome, and he realized the superficiality of that society.
These lines demonstrate the political activism of his poetry because it goes to show his perspective on America, while also protesting against American racism which was almost at its peak at the time he wrote this poem
