Biography of Alfred Barna
Alfred Barna Poems
Money, Money, Money, Money
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
Am I Free?
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
Burned By What We Desire
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
Within Without, Without Within
Within Without Modern dilemma of dichotomy Rules the day Whisperings dotting in the shadows
Wishing, Waiting, And Wanted
Wishing, waiting, and wanted My photograph in a dossier Tormented apparition, I am haunted By the things I see today
We Must Take The World
The banks and corporations Can't afford for the people to think They hand out all the portions Of aspartame to chew and drink
The Goal Is Control
In order to deny elite eye, of all humanity Means to deny them the weapons of our enmity Whether by religion, politics, or whatever that divides For all of them are tools. they use for our suicides
You say, you are doing all things for the greater good And doing to others, what nobody ever should Harvesting from the world, yet not a single sweat dropped from your brow Yet telling toiler and sowers you own the world, and you’ll tell them how
I write these words, in dedication to my mother As with most of us, a teacher like no other Who has witnessed so much in her days And impressed upon her children: see through the maze
Game Of Insane
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
I have become a lab rat in a maze The latest fad and the latest craze Tracking me from the beginning to the end Every step I take and around every bend
Love Is Time Well Spent
Daughter of mine Seconds seem like such a crime Calendars have made of us paupers For no one shall be wealthy of time
What Will Come To Pass?
How has it been easy for us to condemn Men who have perpetrated what we have done, as bad Yet, have not revisited upon our actions once again Then within my heart, we've lost any argument we had
We Need Each Other
There is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed Open up the arts that you have cast concealed What you have done and what you have made Turning the world, and all life into a charade
Hope Into A Hole
Hope into a hole
Loss of all control
Madmen at the wheel
Do you know how we feel?
Virtual but in real sense
So is ignorance
Can you claim?
No one is to blame?
Close your eyes in the mirror