I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB, Revisited - A Poem by Carl Sandburg.

 

I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB

by Carl Sandburg

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.

This poem was taken from:

http://carl-sandburg.com/index.htm

Note:  I first psted this Carl Sandburg poem on my blog 10 years ago and came across it again and decided to repost being very appropriate to our time.