I Am the People, the Mob & The People Have Arrived

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.


And when I arrive, you’ll look for your Napoleon, your

Lincoln and you’ll wonder where they are.

I too, will look for them but know they are not to be,

only you.

You wasted all I had to give, and said maybe tomorrow,

tomorrow never came and you laughed. I remember.

You spread your wings, but not for me and said I’d

understand someday, someday never came. I remember.

My children will keep spilling their blood, and you will count

your oil, your gold, your boxes returning one by one,

and I’ll remember.

Your time has come, my so-called leader, banker friend,

you’ve lied, cheated, and stolen. You smeared and

disdained.

There are no Lincolns, no Napoleons, only you.

I am the audience that witnesses history, I am the mob—the

crowd—the mass.

We the people have arrived, and of that I will remember.

And of that, you will never forget.



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