I Am (Mourning)

i am, become...
i am the Agent Orange soul
of the Vietnam generation.
i am the mad rush to Armagadden,
the finger on the button.
i am the planes, the tanks,
and the weapon held close...
i am suicide by aggression,
and the profit made!

i am the Kent State students,
and the marches for peace.
i am the lone candle lit
in a world filled with darkness.
i am the body count, and a mother's tears...
i am the weeping of a land
whose morals deserted!

i am the propaganda machine,
and those that stand against...
persecuted, and beaten,
labeled as communists.
i am the election rigged,
and the unmarked graves
where individual votes go to die!

i am belief in humanity,
equality, and compassion.
i am the heart of the people,
too long at rest!
i am the truth revealed,
and shouted from the rooftops!

i am repentance, i am redemption,
i am America, mourning...
i am, become...

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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