Desire To Break Free Poem by Alfred Barna

Man is not machine
Dismiss Shelley and Godwin verses
We are innate extreme
Wickedness cannot be chaste by mortal curses
Attesting to nature dark
Within external evil that wants all control
Denying Adonaic spark
With cellular memory through the soul

You have the desire to break free
From a wretched cell, beckoning me
Into a real sunshine
Placed in a virtual Eden, looking so real
Locked in a grid that makes your skin peel
Leave it all behind

Flesh is not iron and steel
Schller and Freud manifestoes are sublime
They want to package what we feel
And turn it into meters, in which they can dime
What you’re feeling in your heart
Cannot be cured with Prozac or Madison Ave
What you sense is sickness from evil art
Their tapestry is you and all they make you desire to have

You have the desire to break free
From a wretched cell, beckoning me
Into a real sunshine
Placed in a virtual Eden, looking so real
Locked in a grid that makes your skin peel
Leave it all behind

Your body will reject
Your soul will tell you all
Things that to it; must not connect
Come out of Her before I fall
Microsoft is certainly not the pearly Gates
Their esoterics have made them god
You must leave them to their fates
They will fall down and fall hard