I Am # 3 Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am, become...
i am the Roman gladiater,
the last Christian thrown to the lions.
the cop in riot squad gear,
the young woman arms linked
in the name of peace
whose skull he just crushed!

the Wall Street banker,
the man who just lost his job,
his company sold overseas,
the bottom line grows.

i am the cape, the bull,
the rage, and the sword.
the bank, the robber,
and the money just taken.

i am the Bill Of Rights burning,
and the vote that was bought.
i am the child going to bed hungry,
leftover food stinking in the trash.

i am coal dust, i am oil spill,
i am chemicals sprayed
and crops dusted...
i am nuclear fallout,
and the cry of despair.
i am America's angered roar,
i am, become...