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.