The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/8/09

[BlueIris]

"I am the People, the Mob"

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 clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons come from me
     and the Lincolns. They die. And then I send forth more Napoleons
     and Lincolns.
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.

--Carl Sandburg

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. powerful

thanks :donut:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

This is great. I love Carl Sandburg.

Thank you!