Eric Cockrell Poems

speaking the truth,
and standing up for
individual rights,
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i am, become...
i am the Roman gladiater,
the last Christian thrown to the lions.
the cop in riot squad gear,
...

i am, become...
i am the lonesome wail
of streets gone empty,
of factories deserted,
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in constant awareness...
with every bite i take,
someone is hungry.
every night when i go to
...

if you've not heard
anything else that i've said...
...

children standing quietly
in a long line, expressionless,
maybe a tear, just waiting...
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i am, become...
i am the misconception,
and the fatal blow.
the angered action gone astray,
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i am, become...
i am the African slave
working in the deep Mississippi sun;
his eyes, his muscles, his back, his heart,
...

i am, become...
in closing...
what i wanted to do
with this series was
...