Hugh Thompson, the Aftermath

as you walked away
you felt the weight heavy on your shoulders
the sorrows of the world
found their voice in a jungle village

and the leaves were falling all around you
and the trees were bending their branches to you

the silence still remained
as you lay in your bunk that night
as your friends prepared
to make of you a sacrifice

and the leaves were falling all around you
and the trees were bending their branches to you

you gave yourself
you gave yourself away