Alfred Barna Poems

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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We die in our desires
To fulfill many things we wish to do
Yet hope is in the fires
Of which drives our toils and strengthens anew
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Who's behind the mask?
Hidden from view, not taken to task
There have always been things
Which have gotten us ill
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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
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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
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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
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You can see the plans for distraction
You can see the moves to split us apart
Eventually, we are paralyzed into inaction
So called masterminds knew that from the start
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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
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Daughter of mine
Seconds seem like such a crime
Calendars have made of us paupers
For no one shall be wealthy of time
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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
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