Crowds

Cheering crowd

Whenever you hear crowds of people cheering
Loudly exclaiming acclamation loud
Do not believe they mean it. What you’re hearing
Is fickleness expressive in a crowd.
It means no more than cackling geese such sounds
Or wooden shutters banging in the wind.
You’ll find more sense in barking dogs abounds
Than cheers for empty words that dreams have limned.
A crowd’s a hydra with so many heads
That pull it all to pieces at the end
Of speechifying. Empty words find beds
Like graves to sleep in – for all that they’re kenned.
When people cheer – you hear but cackling geese
While Common Sense – in chains – is not released.

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