They - Kochs, Fox, Rove, etc. - have the wealth and power. We have this, from today

[Faygo Kid]

The People.

The people yes
The people will live on.
The learning and blundering people will live on.
They will be tricked and sold and again sold
And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds,
The people so peculiar in renewal and comeback,
You can't laugh off their capacity to take it.
The mammoth rests between his cyclonic dramas.

The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic,
is a vast huddle with many units saying:
"I earn my living.
I make enough to get by
and it takes all my time.
If I had more time
I could do more for myself
and maybe for others.
I could read and study
and talk things over
and find out about things.
It takes time.
I wish I had the time."

The people is a tragic and comic two-face: hero and hoodlum:
phantom and gorilla twisting to moan with a gargoyle mouth:
"They buy me and sell me...it's a game...sometime I'll
break loose..."

Once having marched
Over the margins of animal necessity,
Over the grim line of sheer subsistence
Then man came
To the deeper rituals of his bones,
To the lights lighter than any bones,
To the time for thinking things over,
To the dance, the song, the story,
Or the hours given over to dreaming,
Once having so marched.

Between the finite limitations of the five senses
and the endless yearnings of man for the beyond
the people hold to the humdrum bidding of work and food
while reaching out when it comes their way
for lights beyond the prison of the five senses,
for keepsakes lasting beyond any hunger or death.
This reaching is alive.
The panderers and liars have violated and smutted it.
Yet this reaching is alive yet
for lights and keepsakes.

The people know the salt of the sea
and the strength of the winds
lashing the corners of the earth.
The people take the earth
as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope.
Who else speaks for the Family of Man?
They are in tune and step
with constellations of universal law.
The people is a polychrome,
a spectrum and a prism
held in a moving monolith,
a console organ of changing themes,
a clavilux of color poems
wherein the sea offers fog
and the fog moves off in rain
and the labrador sunset shortens
to a nocturne of clear stars
serene over the shot spray
of northern lights.

The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:

This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can't be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can't hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?

In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
"Where to? what next?"

Thank you, Carl Sandburg. Abe, too. We must win this election.



And visit here: http://www.democraticunderground.com/1002949146#post28

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. We MUST, and I believe we will, my dear Faygo Kid...

We must work for our victory.

[Faygo Kid]

4. I'm with you, my dear Peggy.

Sending $100 tonight to the Obama campaign, but we can't compete with the Kochs, obviously.

I worry that they will buy local and congressional races, too. I am not optimistic. But, all we can do is stand tall, and live our values.

[OverseaVisitor]

5. Do not be Afriad

I think the other side had sunk into insanity because of their fear for the Obama and play on values that divide ande created a very toxic environment. Pick up a broom. Then sweep.

[Faygo Kid]

14. That, is incredible. Thank you for posting it here.

We must win this election. Period.

[handmade34]

2. powerful...

love the photo, the poem (Carl Sandburg), the urgency...

[Brickbat]

3. K&R for my very favorite poet.

He wasn't all little cat feet and big shoulders, not at all.

[longship]

6. Another beautiful pic of our President with real people

The only thing you could have done better is post another, and another, and another.

At least you provided a link.

Instead you brought DU:
A beautiful shot. Some heartfelt poetry.
Priceless beyond a thousand pictures.

Thanks for this.
R&

[Dalai_1]

7. This is wonderful!

Thank you for sharing!

[Chorophyll]

8. Fantastic. Thank you.

[panader0]

9. Great fuckin' poem Carl Sandburg

One that have never read til today.

[Spazito]

10. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful...

The perfect picture with the perfect poem.

Thank you!

[eggplant]

11. Wow, what a cutie. n/t

[fascisthunter]

12. we have each other

not photos of cute kids

[nolabear]

13. Praise for the poets and the children.

The people. WE, the people. You can see the whole country in that child's eyes and that poet's words.

Thanks.