Alfred Barna

Alfred Barna Poems

41. Make A Prayer 10/14/2014
42. Make Amends 7/25/2015
43. Master Of Money 10/2/2014
44. May This Christmas 12/22/2015
45. Media Circus 1/16/2016
46. Megalomania Blues 10/16/2013
47. Money, Money, Money, Money 1/3/2014
48. Necropolis Technopolis 9/25/2013
49. Nursery Rhymes Of Malthus And Hegel 10/10/2014
50. Nuture Your Nature Instead 6/12/2014
51. Of Inquisitions And Jihads 10/25/2014
52. Open Up Your Heart 10/24/2013
53. Pawn Or Thorn...Up To You 8/10/2014
54. Perfection 4/22/2014
55. Sands Of Time 4/27/2013
56. Staring At The Stars 3/17/2013
57. Stranded 1/14/2015
58. Terror: Fear The Fear 11/2/2014
59. The Battle Between 4/3/2014
60. The Chameleons 9/11/2014
61. The Goal Is Control 1/29/2015
62. The Holocaust Museum 3/25/2013
63. The Monster 12/12/2013
64. The Mortal Immortals 12/1/2014
65. The Old Apple Tree And Dad 3/8/2013
66. The Ties That Bind 5/30/2014
67. This World Is Fire 11/7/2013
68. Thoughts 7/31/2014
69. Truth Is The Light 3/7/2014
70. Turning Away 2/1/2014
71. Vampire's Esmerelda 3/8/2013
72. We Can'T Disappear 12/5/2014
73. We Must Take The World 9/8/2013
74. We Need Each Other 10/24/2013
75. Welcome My Son 9/30/2013
76. What Will Come To Pass? 9/14/2013
77. Why Are Leaders Will Lead Us (But, To Where) 2/4/2016
78. Wise Dumb 7/29/2013
79. Wishing, Waiting, And Wanted 7/27/2013
80. Within Without, Without Within 4/12/2013
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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