Windmills Don't Fight Back Poem by Julie Smith

Don't you see the danger is near
As I stand here facing the monsters
Big dark shadows casting over us
But the sky before us is clear

As I walk on the giants get closer
And the wheels they rotate
Closely I watch the show go on
As I say hey, don't fall for it Don

And Quixote walks on
Towards the thunder filled sky
Doesn't he see the gentlehanded mistress
She could save him from his doom to die

Windmills don't fight back
Because they're just replacements
For miseries far worse and more looming
Than any other dark sky painted black

The devils are real, you better trust me
The chained arms they can pull you in
Don't play the hero and go mad, Anthony
Choose love over war for the real thing