The title cut from my 2008 Cd release of socially conscious messages

War Mongerin' Man Reggie Miles © 2008 All rights reserved

It's a cold, cold wind that blows no good
An evil seed that's growin' in our neighborhood
With a twisted soul, and tortured mind
And no love for his own kind
Too blind to see the things he should

Only the sound of gold ringing in his ears
Drowning out the cries of those whose lives are filled with tears
His deaf and dumb predisposition
Gives me a strong suspicion
Avarice is his sole mission around here

With every word he tries to convolute
Nothing is so sacred that his lies will not pollute
Disinformation is his tool
Playin' everybody for the fool
Is his only golden rule absolute

Have you felt the darkness spread,
Or heard the truth subverted by what he said?
A glad hand and a smile
Is his deceptive style
All the while he's a wishin' you were dead

Have you seen that war mongerin' man?
Have you seen the fruits of his labor across this land?
Have you ever wondered why?
He'll kiss your baby then he'll spit in your eye.
It's all a part of his master plan