THE LAND OF THE BLIND SHOES

Who’s the president

And the flowers they grow

A politician doesn’t speak the truth

It’s just a Hollywood-show

Abraham was a wanderer

Although he followed his faith

The pope’s a dictator

It’s just too late

There’s only his breath he’s got to lose

We all live in the land of the blind shoes

“the unknown soldier”

is the place to be

but the unknown child

has been drowned in the sea

Little boys in prison

Little girls behind a red curtain

Where’s their mother

Where’s their father

I’m not certain

I’m sure they’ve got no life to choose

‘cause we all live in the land of the blind shoes

let’s make kids with high-tec

shall we make a boy or a girl

big ears, red nose, blue eyes

what shall we bring into this world

you don’t get it

and I don’t get it

I tell you there’s no answer fit

Please boy, do not quit

Don’t give up, you’re just a kid

You’ve got a whole life to choose

Get out of

The land of the blind shoes

Ó Mark Lotterman 2001