Alfred Barna Poems

Oh you imams, rabbis, preachers and priests
Who rail that my God is great, but men must go and kill
As these goblins sit down at their banquets and feasts
Pretending that they alone know of the Creators will
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The entire World is Crispy Crème
So many desperate serfs need our vaccine
GMO's are planted within your mind
Make you sick and make you blind
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Let me reach out with my heart
And say now what must be said
Each man from this very earth must part
Birth betrothed to the very soil our bodies wed
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We all have an innate sense of forever
Trapped within frangible skin
The aching raw and harsh when we must sever
The loves one we shared of our lives within
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All revolutions seek for solutions
But the answer is not to find
To understand, we are pollutions
In which we poison by the power of the mind
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Words can be ones of respect
Words can be cutting and cruel
But never can there be ones to reject
To allow sensitivities to rule
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Kings are not kings, because they are kings
For we have given them all these things
The poor are not poor, because they are poor
They have been enslaved by those who want more
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How can I fix the world, when I cannot fix myself
Like shards of a broken potters vase stranded on a shelf
Broken
That's what is in our minds and hearts
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How easily we justify cruel treatment
Of one another, I find haunting
Where one stands on a dark imaginary
Pyramid can be sadly daunting
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Who will cry?
For the Butterfly
Just to touch her fragile wing
Destroying everything
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