Demos II

So little have you seen of what awaits

       &nbsp Your fevered glimpse of a democracy

       &nbsp Confused and foiled with an equality

Not equal to the envy it creates,

That you see not how near you are the gates

       &nbsp Of an old king who listens fearfully

       &nbsp To you that are outside and are to be

The noisy lords of imminent estates.





Rather be then your prayer that you shall have

       &nbsp Your kingdom undishonored. Having all,

       &nbsp See not the great among you for the small,

But hear their silence; for the few shall save

       &nbsp The many, or the many are to fall —

Still to be wrangling in a noisy grave.