I am the soil that farmer refused, flung into the vast
expanse, crushed beneath the weight of restless hooves.
I am the spark that could have ignited a revolution—
if only the shadows of doubt had not stifled my youth.
I am the visionary wielding my pen like a *****, and
unearthing these many buried truths.

I am the sky weeping a thousand tears swelling
these clouds; and overcasting my perfect smile –
I am the battalion feeding the fury of mankind,
standing resolute on the peaks of man’s greatest trials

I am the wandering cab driver, burdened by the weight
of unfulfilled dreams, seeking in the silence of his
backseat the warmth of true companionship
I am the mirrored gaze of a suffering companion, reflecting
their anguish- as I too bear the scars aboard the same ship

I am not the arbiter nor the prosecutor;
I am not less divided as man, or feel any more equal —
I am the contradiction, the enigma; I am the visage
that conceals the essence of the people...

I am the People!