IRON
GUNS, / Long, steel guns,
HAPPINESS
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I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children and a keg of beer and an
accordion.
More poems by Carl Sandburg
WARS
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. / In the new wars hum of motors and the tread of rubber tires.
I AM THE PEOPLE, THE MOB
I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass. / Do you know that all the great work of the world is
TO A DEAD MAN
OVER the dead line we have called to you / To come across with a word to us,