Elephants

Three blind men walked round an elephant
But my eyes were not shut
They didn't know what was in front of them
But I've seen the promised land
They speculated and agreed to disagree
But no one knew the truth
They used fancy words and clever plans
But remained as ignorant

Until one day that elephant
Did soak them to the skin
Washing the dirt from their eyes
They found what I had seen

Four men walked round an elephant
We all at last could see
But still they fought and complained
Like children in the mud
For many days they examined the view
Bickering as they went
Though they saw everything there was to see
They prefered to be wrong

© 2005. Dave Bish