heres the poem: what are the metaphors in it???
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Just a herd of Negroes
Driven to the field,
Plowing, planting, hoeing,
To make the cotton yield.
When the cotton’s picked
And the work is done
Boss man takes the money
And we get none.
Leaves us hungry, ragged
As we were before.
Year by year goes by
And we are nothing more
Than a herd of Negroes
Driven to the field—
Plowing life away
To make the cotton yield.
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