I am the People, the Mob” by Carl Sandburg | English Track Presented | English Track

I am the People, the Mob” by Carl Sandburg | English Track Presented | English Track

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I am the People, the Mob” by Carl Sandburg

Record Label : Artist Record Studio
Sound Design : Mubin Tushar
Video & Edit : Shafiul Alam Sowkat
Presented By English Track

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*I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB

The poem is a workforce anthem to realize the mob of its honest and hardworking nature. The poet tries to engage the masses through literature so that people can feel involved in the revolutionary phase of industrialization. The masses go through various problems to gather for a decent livelihood. They struggle for enough money, a house, food, and other necessities while they also become the production base of these things. The history, present, and future depend on the appraisal of the masses. The future generations must not forget the blood our ancestors have shed to provide them a comfortable future.

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.