Gone are the ways of yesterday,

The traditions they set have burned up in flames 

Chaos rules and I'm lost forever 

survival for the fittest, it isn't better!

The children in My Lai were taught to respect me

ton ti trat Tunis what their parents said,

But The children died and the mothers screamed

With each solemn note I dwindled more

 and my adversary has won as it seems

The fathers left a long time ago, 

and a little of me went with them but it didn't last 

The dangerous ones had me too and they used me as a weapon 

They planned this attack and used me against them 

They had guns and weapons too, 

But without me they would be confused.

 Who  Are the dangerous ones?

I heard the people call them Americans with such pride and respect

But they do no longer, the word is said with such scorn and hate!

But, why did I help them? This I do not know

Now don't be confused, I belong to everyone

But I took no sides In this pitiful war 

My only war is the one with confusion.

But as I watched solemnly as the rivers of tears turned blood red.

Gone was the caste and the organization 

And now even the Americans have lost me 

They run rampant through the streets 

Killing me off with every little breathe they take 

Look at them how weak!!!! But as they continue I grow weaker,

And when the final women was raped and killed 

That is when I finally died, in a matter of minutes I went from a 

Towering power of respect to a shriveled discarded 

at the massacre at the village of My Lai 

Neither the  Vietnamese or Americans have me no more

They are now animals, no longer human

They let greed, lust, confusion,anger, and vengeance  fill their hearts.

I was at My Lai but,

I was not the daughter, the mother, or the son 

Or the old man who knew his life was done

I was the greatest weapon and the greatest hope,

The death of five hundred upon my figurative hands 

But I didn't even raise a finger,

I am dead today but I will be alive tomorrow.

For what am I?