Somewhere deep inside the guilt resides
Where it was hidden many years ago
A shared responsibility for the deaths
Of Vietnamese soldiers as well as civilians
Though I never directly killed another
The communal guilt weighs on my soul
My shame as an albatross over my neck
Worn with soulfulness and with sorrow
Yet in my youth powerless over them
Those men who with a moral certitude
Assured us that the course was correct
Though that doubt lingered in our souls
About the guidance of the privileged
Who steered so erroneously on that path.