Alfred Barna

Alfred Barna Poems

41. I Just Need Some Water 7/16/2013
42. I'm Not Happy 12/24/2017
43. Just Enough Time 1/7/2014
44. Just Hold The Line 3/30/2014
45. Kings Are Not Kings 10/29/2016
46. Lab Rat 2/7/2013
47. Laws Of Men 6/30/2013
48. Lest I Die Before I Am Dead 5/9/2016
49. Love Is Time Well Spent 6/18/2013
50. Love, Pure And Simple 9/21/2017
51. Make A Prayer 10/14/2014
52. Make Amends 7/25/2015
53. Master Of Money 10/2/2014
54. May This Christmas 12/22/2015
55. Media Circus 1/16/2016
56. Megalomania Blues 10/16/2013
57. Money, Money, Money, Money 1/3/2014
58. Necropolis Technopolis 9/25/2013
59. Nursery Rhymes Of Malthus And Hegel 10/10/2014
60. Nuture Your Nature Instead 6/12/2014
61. Of Inquisitions And Jihads 10/25/2014
62. Open Up Your Heart 10/24/2013
63. Pawn Or Thorn...Up To You 8/10/2014
64. Perfection 4/22/2014
65. Sands Of Time 4/27/2013
66. Shall We Rest In Purgatory Or Peace 11/9/2017
67. Staring At The Stars 3/17/2013
68. Stranded 1/14/2015
69. Terror: Fear The Fear 11/2/2014
70. The Battle Between 4/3/2014
71. The Chameleons 9/11/2014
72. The Goal Is Control 1/29/2015
73. The Holocaust Museum 3/25/2013
74. The Monster 12/12/2013
75. The Mortal Immortals 12/1/2014
76. The Old Apple Tree And Dad 3/8/2013
77. The Ties That Bind 5/30/2014
78. This World Is Fire 11/7/2013
79. Thoughts 7/31/2014
80. To Not Play The Game 8/6/2016

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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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