Who Poem by Alfred Barna

Why help out?
‘Cause there is an agenda within their heart
Have no doubt
Of the plans of things, and where to start
Open the Gates
Africa where they see lab rats and profit motive
Perish, their fates
As they are run down by Pharma deeply devoted
As to food and to care?
Not a dime to give, but billions for needles and drugs
Not for clean water there
But toxic elixirs to deprive children of parental hugs
Doctors can dance
Merry tunes of patents and lucrative contracts
Bottom lines advance
And those who oppose demonized as hacks
Who aids the death beds?
Faustian Fauci who always seems to have a cure
Once given out the meds
Suddenly the results are murky and not so sure
To gain their Funcition
Many labs far and wide, looking for woo hand
Then have the unction
For they know ahead of time when to start the band
Mullins, Duesberg, et al
Tried to warn us of the corruption we see
Exposing the failure of the cabal
Yet the people remain as blind as can be
Poor people need tools
Not the largesse of tyrants to lead them into perdition
They are tired of fools
Of the same old stories and tactics, just second edition
Men are not chattel
For those who claim they are wise and must lead the way
That is the greatest battle
That people want to build a world in which they have a say
Not words put in their lips
By deceitful adds, glitzy, engineering consent
Here is to tyrants, greatest of tips
You will never help out with a vile intent