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!