I am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.|
Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me
and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand for much plowing.
Terrible storms pass over me. I forget. The best of me is sucked out
and wasted. I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and makes
me work and give up what I have. And I forget.
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history
to remember. Then--I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the People, use the
lessons of yesterday and no longer forget who robbed me last year,
who played me for a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the
world say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a sneer in his
voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.
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Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems, Henry Holt and Company, New York, 1916; p. 172.
Carl Sandburg (1878-1967), was born dirt poor in Galesburg, Illinois. He grew up to embrace socialist causes as a journalist, a novelist and a poet. He was twice awarded the Pulitzer Prize: in 1940 for his biograhy, "Abraham Lincoln: The War Years" (Harcourt), and in 1951 for his poetry. He lived modestly, like any normal human being... Learn more about him.
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