Posted 3 years ago on Jan. 25, 2012, 2:54 a.m. EST by TheDoctor
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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 working man, 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 arive then.