The Ghost of Hugh Thompson

The Ghost of Hugh Thompson (4;44)
I’m tired of the politics.
I’m tired of the game.
We dance around the issues.
All the newscasts sound the same.
We’re divided in this country.
We are flirting with the flame.
We talk the talk of brotherhood,
But we walk the walk of shame.

And I feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today.
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today.

I’m not scared of the devil.
I’m not afraid to die.
I don’t fear Jesus’ judgement
Or the bombers in the sky,
But there’s one thing brings me to my knees,
One thing that makes me cry,
When our land sees people suffering
And turns a blind eye.








And I feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today.
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today.

Come down from your tower.
Use your privileged eyes to see.
Your narcissistic poison
Is an open wound that bleeds.
I beseech you, so-called leaders,
Please listen to me.
The wolves you choose to feed today
Will soon devour thee.
The wolves you choose to feed today
Will soon devour thee.

And I feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today,
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today,
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson today,
Feel like the ghost of Hugh Thompson, Hugh Thompson, Hugh Thompson.