Alfred Barna

Alfred Barna Poems

1. Access Denied 12/8/2013
2. Am I Free? 4/26/2013
3. As If You Had To Ask 2/2/2014
4. Battle Of Mind, Won By The Heart 11/7/2014
5. Before I Knew The World 3/25/2013
6. Before The Bullets 10/1/2014
7. Beware The Men 3/31/2013
8. Blessed Are The Peacemakers 7/17/2015
9. Blinded We Are 3/31/2013
10. Blinding Light 4/3/2014
11. Burned By What We Desire 3/8/2013
12. Cinema Noir 3/8/2013
13. Classes: Ruling, Fooling, And Drooling 9/21/2014
14. Dancing In The Twilight 3/15/2015
15. Death 3/10/2013
16. Desire To Break Free 1/16/2014
17. Doctoring 4/3/2013
18. Enemy Of My Own Creation 6/3/2015
19. Enemy Within 7/14/2013
20. Entertain Me, While I Slowly Die 5/14/2015
21. Even Cattle Must Be Heard 4/19/2015
22. Give Me The Breeze And The Bees 5/16/2014
23. Heaven Waits For Us Like Home 4/20/2014
24. Hidden Truths 3/16/2013
25. Hide And Seek (So People Forget) 7/18/2013
26. Home 3/16/2013
27. Hope Into A Hole 1/27/2013
28. How Do You Build A Berg? 6/9/2013
29. I Just Need Some Water 7/16/2013
30. Just Enough Time 1/7/2014
31. Just Hold The Line 3/30/2014
32. Lab Rat 2/7/2013
33. Laws Of Men 6/30/2013
34. Love Is Time Well Spent 6/18/2013
35. Make A Prayer 10/14/2014
36. Make Amends 7/25/2015
37. Master Of Money 10/2/2014
38. Megalomania Blues 10/16/2013
39. Money, Money, Money, Money 1/3/2014
40. Necropolis Technopolis 9/25/2013
Best Poem of Alfred Barna

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
All your dreams will be fulfilled
And you’ll have friends, where you go
No matter how plain or unskilled
You will be the star of the show
It’ll take just a bit of money
Just like the sweetest drops of honey
Just a little bit of money
Money, money, money, money

You want some respect
You just like to feel revered
You want some loving aspect
You want to know that someone cared
You’ll find plenty of sycophants
Catering to ...

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Wizard In Glass

Encased in your tower, which no luxury can surpass
You manipulate your ant farm and you laugh
You control the real estate, currencies, oil and gas
You sit like Ramses and you tap down your staff
What kind of man places a bird in cages for him to sing?
Wondering why, they still sing on inside the throng
He thinks it is because of his power over everything
But the bird sings because he remembers freedom's song
The bird looks out from his prison, and chirps aloud

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