Edwin Arlington Robinson - Demos II lyrics

So little have you seen of what awaits   Your fevered glimpse of a democracy   Confused and foiled with an equality Not equal to the envy it creates, That you see not how near you are the gates   Of an old king who listens fearfully   To you that are outside and are to be The noisy lords of imminent estates. Rather be then your prayer that you shall have   Your kingdom undishonored. Having all,   See not the great among you for the small, But hear their silence; for the few shall save   The many, or the many are to fall — Still to be wrangling in a noisy grave.