The Many

I look upon the many
the multitudes they make
I look at the whole of herd
the huddled masses engrossed
I see these people packed
canaille with their faces cast
spickled with their vulgar eyes
thin lips that form uncertain lines
weak and bleak expressions
of hollow hollered words
that wallow willingful
a force of the merging many
a motion moving mass
I look upon this swarming hope
astonishingly full of filling
and I feel emptiness

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