Alfred Barna Poems

I know I have the answers
I’m sure I have the cure
Immaculate cars, pretty dancers
That will thrill you right to the core
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Politicians and media proclaim I am free
Never mind the prison walls all around me
Right wing, left wing flying upon all our backs
Thieving private bankers cover up their tracks
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Wishing, waiting, and wanted
My photograph in a dossier
Tormented apparition, I am haunted
By the things I see today
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Everywhere, it seems someone has something to tell you
And at every turn, there is someone with something to sell you
But we all go; down our own roads
The truth is a journey through the lies
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One cannot think
And blindly follow
As a horrid potion one must drink
And kindly swallow
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Oh, behold a golden ring
Do you admire such a thing?
Those who sweat out to mine the ore
Remain so gritty, meek, and poor
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Within Without
Modern dilemma of dichotomy
Rules the day
Whisperings dotting in the shadows
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Extremism only leads to evermore extreme
All in all, it just adds on to controller meme
Because no one sees when blinded men will hate
Injustice will never make things that are just
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Death is the anchor, by which our sins are tied
It is the executor of our foolish pride
It is only by realization of our mortal senses
We stop bickering with walls, fighting with fences
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Staring at the stars
Who am I, but one heart beating?
In this world of ours
I am but a glimmer and fleeting
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