Can anyone tell me what literary device defines the following poem? I need to categorize this poem.
COVID-19 You will Never Own My Morale
By Adrian D'Costa
COVID-19. You, despicable virus.
Coronavirus. You wretched soul snatcher.
You will never own my high spirit.
You will never own my high morale.
I am standing on this
ground with my head held high.
I will leave this world
as an upright soul.
With my spinal cord straightened
looking at the sky.
You will never own me.
You will never persuade me
to believe I am an empty void
mirror of myself.
In my own world.
You will never going to
dissuade me to realize
this is the end of the Human Element.
I despise you.
For your vilified vile and for your venomous poison.
You are completely devoid of
the yearning for the entity called Love.
You could flatten me down on this land
of lowest probabilities.
But you will never own my high morale
to find a cure.
To help a broken solitude soul.
And this is the Humanity’s call
that I accept.