The vultures circle once again Having been here before And heard the same words Many times through history In many lands And many cities The vultures circle once again Knowing what’s coming The blood The gore The feast that comes from folly Men taunting men Promising peace While hurling missiles Taunting the other side And daring them to fight back Sure they will cower and whimper Back down in the face of shock And awe These men who do not read Or heed history Are condemned to repeat it And the vultures circle once again Remembering Knowing Expecting The feast that comes from folly