i am, become... <br />i am the Agent Orange soul <br />of the Vietnam generation. <br />i am the mad rush to Armagadden, <br />the finger on the button. <br />i am the planes, the tanks, <br />and the weapon held close... <br />i am suicide by aggression, <br />and the profit made! <br /> <br />i am the Kent State students, <br />and the marches for peace. <br />i am the lone candle lit <br />in a world filled with darkness. <br />i am the body count, and a mother's tears... <br />i am the weeping of a land <br />whose morals deserted! <br /> <br />i am the propaganda machine, <br />and those that stand against... <br />persecuted, and beaten, <br />labeled as communists. <br />i am the election rigged, <br />and the unmarked graves <br />where individual votes go to die! <br /> <br />i am belief in humanity, <br />equality, and compassion. <br />i am the heart of the people, <br />too long at rest! <br />i am the truth revealed, <br />and shouted from the rooftops! <br /> <br />i am repentance, i am redemption, <br />i am America, mourning... <br />i am, become...<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-mourning/
