In The Land Of The Blind

It’s a pity Without a true leader’s quality He has people in his praise sing Without applying their mind, For in the land of the blind, The one-eyed man is the king! Wherever he goes his men follow him He’s a master in crafting them dream Promises he can never fulfill, sheer lies He thrives on the truth hope never dies He weaves tales of change, a certain rise Knowing among his folks only a few are wise To see through his strategy of deceit And he can flourish in power so sweet! He establishes through his propaganda A never-to-be utopia Continuing as a conjurer of dream For the people who in his glory sing And meekly follow him Without ever applying their mind, As in the land of the blind The one-eyed man is the king!