The ignoble procession

When I see the ignoble procession
streaming forth from little doorways
citywards, in little rivers that swell to a great
stream,

of men in bowler hats, hurrying,
and a mingling of wallet-carrying women
hurrying, hurrying, legs going quick, quick, quick
in ignoble haste, for fear of being late –
I am filled with humiliation.

Their haste
is so
humiliating

The title makes me suppose the poems talks about  procession, maybe the procession of an innocent.

The poem is arranged into 3 free verse. In the first two verse talk about what’s going on during the process.  And the last verse is the author’s opinion.

In the end of the seventh line there is an iteration.