The People, Yes, Carl Sandburg wrote, about the common folk,
who sat around and gassed a bit (though mostly they were broke).
Though called “the little people”, they were heard throughout the land;
in drugstores and in taverns and beside the hot dog stand.
But later they grew silent, a majority despised
by Nixon and his myrmidons unless quite authorized.
Today I don’t hear any thoughts that are not taunts or boasts
from Six Pack Joes or Janes that come from foaming talk show hosts.
Maybe I am cynical and maybe I’m mistaken,
but seems to me that civil discourse we have all forsaken.
Here’s hoping old SenGupta can revive this dying art,
that calls not for great volume but a gentle, loving heart . . .