i am, become... <br />i am the seat on the bus <br />Rosa Parks would not leave.. <br />i am the fires of anger <br />when Martin Luther King was killed. <br />i am the grassy knoll, <br />where the true killer stood. <br />i am the Little Bighorn, <br />and Crazy Horse weeping... <br /> <br />i am the men that built the bombs, <br />and all the faceless souls screaming <br />through their long sleepless nights... <br />i am the brothers that killed each other <br />in the long Civil War... <br />i am the slaves set free, <br />i am the Native Americans sent <br />to live in poverty on reservations <br />in the name of a white god... <br /> <br />i am the farm worker exploited, <br />the coal miner who died... <br />i am the rats and the filth <br />of tenements and trailers... <br />i am the blues hand picked, <br />moonshine made in the hills... <br />i am the grandfather who built <br />his house with his own hands. <br /> <br />i am the rage of the common, <br />i am America defiant, <br />i am, become....<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-defiant/
