The winds of war
(a king george jr. production)


The hot wind moves the scent of death and dirt
Flowers and spices rolled and bent
Into the mix of gun powder, bombs, and sweat
Past the dirty, twisted vents
and up into the nose
of every man woman and child
The stench of all the horror they never chose

The dancing, the flowers, and the peace
That just never came
Only in the little minds of the planners
And they are truly insane
Out of voices, spin and fairy tales
Came fear, death, and endless war
Where soldiers go to die
and democracy fails
So now we die over there
so we don't have to die here
Simple slogans and propaganda reign
As we the people are governed
by hate, greed, ignorance, and fear