Blinded by His Eyes

He spoke of power.
He spoke of glory.
He spoke of country.
He spoke of more.
He spoke of virtue,
Of getting even,
But the power and the glory that he was about –
Was about War.

They were blinded by his eyes,
Blinded by his lies,
Blinded by the promises he kept
And those he broke.
They were blinded by his eyes,
Blinded by his lies.
They fell for his game,
Ran into the flame,
Blinded by his eyes.

He mesmerized them,
Made them feel special,
The lonely and wretched
In the crowds he drew.
He gave them the things
They thought they needed.
He gave them more
Than they had before,
Than they ever knew.

They were blinded by his eyes,
Blinded by his lies,
Blinded by the promises he kept
And those he broke.
They were blinded by his eyes,
Blinded by his lies.
They fell for his game,
Ran into the flame,
Blinded by his eyes.

And when he shot himself, it stopped the way he lied,
But before he was done our home was gone and
50 million died.

They were blinded by his eyes,
Blinded by his lies,
Blinded by the promises he kept
And those he broke.
They were blinded by his eyes,
Blinded by his lies.
They fell for his game,
Ran into the flame,
Blinded by his eyes.

©  2006  Ingrid Heldt