New World, Same As The Old World Poem by Alfred Barna

Of all the things in which men have no comprehension
Of where the true nature of socialisms truly lie
What creates wars and social tension?
To lure the masses to reinstitute the truly sly
Blinding the masses in blurry attempt to use as a fool
Once again to make a privileged class of those who rule
You think of the tenets of a communist's bold plan
For no ownership of property and a central bank
Is just the same as the royals, who owned all the land
And the coin of the realm is to those who you must thank
That you are allowed to breathe the air at their behest
A worldwide class of rule in which you cannot question
Smells distinctly familiar of the rulers we have deposed in the past
Yet they know through propaganda they would regain position
For the tools men used to bring down their lofty heights
They have purchased one by one, so now they control the gates
They control the media, the book houses, and schools, and the sights
Now they control what we are to love, and to who to place hates
Now in order to live, you must bow to them for a social score
Those who fawn lower will gain points, those who ask why…
They say we have evolved, I say just look around, and you will be in awe
Those who will not go along with their world order, will soon surly die.