The poem is a tribute to pe0ple

All human achievements are the fruit of man’s labour.
The poem is a tribute to pe0ple
the seed ground of progress.


I'm the people the m0b d crowd the mass.
Do y0u know that all the great work 0f the world is done through me?
I'm d workingman, the invent0r, d maker 0f d world’s food nd clothes.
I'm d audience that witnesses history. The Nap0leons
come from me nd d Lincolns. They die. nd
then I send forth m0re Napoleons nd Lincolns.
I'm the seed ground. I'm a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible st0rms pass 0ver me.
I forget. The best 0f me is sucked out nd wasted.
I f0rget. Everything but Death c0mes to me nd
makes me work nd give up wat I have. nd I forget.
S0metimes I growl, shake myself nd spatter a few red
drops 4 history to remember. Then I f0rget.
Wen I, d People, learn to remember, wen I, the
Pe0ple, use d lessons of yesterday nd no longer
forget who r0bbed me last year, who played me for
a fool then there will be no speaker in all d world
say d name : The People  with any fleck 0f a
sneer in his voice or any far off smile 0f derision
The mob d crowd d mass will arrive then.