i am, become... <br />i am the tear on the cheek <br />of the child sleeping alone. <br />i am the fear on the face <br />of the young couple <br />who have nowhere to turn. <br /> <br />i am the bullet loaded <br />into the gun held by shaking hands. <br />i am the family Bible <br />packed away in a closet forgotten. <br />i am the Muslim man <br />treated with contempt... <br /> <br />i am the sheriff of a small town, <br />and the meth lab busted. <br />i am the trailer burning, <br />the family that just got out. <br />i am the cancer patient <br />who has no insurance. <br /> <br />i am the picket line, the pepper spray, <br />the reporter struck silent. <br />i am the young kid working <br />the late shift in a convenience store. <br />i am the empty grave, <br />the eviction notice on the door.... <br /> <br />i am thunder, i am lightning, <br />i am America's moan... <br />i am, become...<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-more/
